4.15.16: 7 weeks 5 days
Being pregnant with twins, I knew it was highly likely that I would get nausea and/or vomiting. So at 5 weeks when the nausea was in full effect, I wasn’t surprised. I haven’t had any vomiting, though, which may seem like a good thing, but for me it hasn’t been. I almost feel like being able to vomit would bring some relief. The constant nausea has been overwhelming. Now I truly understand how my patients feel.
Being an OB/GYN, I know that treatment is sometimes necessary. I have tried what we call “conservative measures”, or eating ginger, eating first thing in the morning, trying to snack throughout the day, avoiding spicy foods, eating a bland diet, etc. This has not worked for me. So I have been taking medication for my nausea, and it has greatly helped. I haven’t gained any weight, but I haven’t lost any either. I am able to stay hydrated and eat a little something throughout the day.
Now I am at the point that when I feel the urge to eat, I have about a 20 minute window before the nausea rebounds. I have no warning when the urge will hit, so that means my poor husband doesn’t either. For the past few weeks he has been on notice to get me food as soon as I feel like I can get something down. Not only that, but I haven’t had any cravings, which means we can’t stockpile any particular food that I can consistently eat. I never know what foods I will be able to tolerate. As a result, my loving and attentive husband is making many urgent trips to get what happens to strike my fancy at any point in time.
Prior to pregnancy Whole Foods was part of my routine before work to get food for the day, and I LOVE their potato, egg and cheese breakfast tacos. Yesterday, I actually felt well enough to go to Whole Foods and look around. I got a few things, but I also picked up a breakfast taco. Unfortunately, I couldn’t eat it. I was disappointed, but I put it in the refrigerator hoping that I would be able to eat it later.
That night I went to bed thinking about my breakfast taco. I knew it was there waiting for me, and I wanted to wake up and be able to eat it. The next morning, I woke up and I actually wanted it! I was so excited! I was excited that I felt like eating, and I was excited that my breakfast taco was just a few steps away. I went downstairs and flung open the refrigerator door, but it wasn’t there. I looked once. I looked twice. I looked behind and under and in every drawer, but…
IT WASN’T THERE!!!
I immediately felt hot and flushed. I felt the anger swelling inside. I knew there was only one explanation: my husband had enjoyed MY taco after I went to bed. Knowing this, I shouted anyway, “Rene, where is my breakfast taco??!!” Although I knew I yelled loud enough for him to hear me, there was silence. After a short pause, I heard footsteps running down the stairs. This was immediately followed by apologies and a mad dash out the door to run to Whole Foods while I was yelling and asking, “Whyyyyyyyyy?!?!?!?!?”
I suppose I should have been grateful that he went to get me a breakfast taco, but I wasn’t. I was angry. Genuinely angry! In the midst my hissy fit all I could think about was that the taco I had dreamed about was gone and that my own husband was the one who ate it. MY OWN HUSBAND! He should have known better!! How could he do this to me!! I pouted, stomped around the kitchen, and I even almost cried.
I almost cried…over a breakfast taco…
By the time he returned with not one, but 4 breakfast tacos, I had cooled off. I admit I was a tad it embarrassed at my outburst. I couldn’t understand why I got so angry with him. I had never reacted this way before when he ate food I stashed away. I am not an angry person. I don’t have outbursts. I don’t usually have the urge to throat punch my husband over something as trivial as food. Then it came to me…
I am hungry, hormonal, and pregnant…with twins.
I think I get a pass…(but I still apologized) 🙂