I am going to be 8 weeks in two more days. I am very nauseous today and, despite using ondansetron (which I am rationing a bit, taking only 4 mg at a time, and only if I am working or very sick) I have started vomiting.
For some reason, I am not as gracious this time with the nausea and vomiting as I was with Emma's pregnancy. I had so much more patience back then! I felt like my body was hers to use, and that was that. This time, I am waiting impatiently for the nausea weeks to subside, so that I can be a good mother to Emma again. As it is, being in bed makes for a cuddly momma, but hardly for any learning or outdoors activities, and in my head, that is what makes me a good mother, giving her opportunities to learn and live a healthy life. Is being next to me in bed while I am two shades of green healthy? Is listening to me puke scarring for her?
I think essentially that is what is at the root of the impatience and lack of acceptance for this pregnancy's nausea. I am just starting to figure out how I can be a good mother to two babies. I guess the road is long and complex ahead of me.
PS. I deleted the prior post with the picture of food, as it was making me sick. Don't ask.