I managed to avoid morning sickness with my first, but this second time around…UGH. As far as my little man (3) goes, it was rough chasing him when standing up made me run to the toilet. One time we were playing on the floor, and I had to get up and vomit. He was being three–“Mommy has to go, she’s sick.” “NO you’re NOT!”–but I had no time to argue. As I hurl into the toilet, I feel this teeny tiny hand rubbing my back and this soft little voice saying, “Mommy, you sick? You throw up? You feel better now?” I did a lot of resting, and had to throw my “limit TV to 25-45min/day” rule out the window. Sometimes, Dora and Diego were my rescuers.
The only thing I could stomach was bland: tator tots, bread, mashed potatoes. Even that got tiresome. I didn’t crave anything at all–when people asked if I had any aversions, I said, “Food.” I was able to eat okay up until about 2pm, so I loaded up the calories while I could. I managed to maintain weight in my first trimester; I hadn’t gained, but I didn’t lose.
Being a teacher made the morning sickness…interesting. I had to call the office a few times to rush someone over so I could go lose my lunch. It was hardest when mmy students didn’t know I was preggo, but eventually, I was so sick I had to tell them so they knew teacher was okay.
Funny, I went to Babies R Us and bought every morning sickness concoction they had–the teas, the lollipops, the drops–and I couldn’t stomach the very smell of them. The idea of eating, sucking on, or drinking them was enough to send me over the edge. So now, I have all of these Preggie Pops, Preggie Pops, Morning Wellness teas, etc. just lying around. Whee.
The good news is, the nausea stopped at around 12 weeks. I still have moments; I threw up randomly last week when severe heartburn and a coughing fit conspired against me.
Hope your MS passes quickly, and that you find whatever will work for you to keep it at bay.