Blarf

After six weeks of working the night shift, I am back to days. My co-worker, Rachel, went on maternity leave and I got to take over her Thursday, Friday and Saturday night shifts. I was SO EXCITED TO WORK THESE SHIFTS. 

Then I got morning sickness. It lasted all day. I threw up all day and all night long. Yum. And if I did manage to keep something in me for more than an hour, and THEN I threw up, I would get so sad for the nutrients that got away, only because I had been so hopeful that finally something would be sustaining my bod. Fetus feeding fail.

Ugh. It only lasted about a month, for which I am lucky. I lost about 10 lbs over the course of a couple weeks. The only thing I wanted to eat was generic Honeycombs. You know. Honey Buzzers. From the bag.

I just started getting some energy back this week. Glad to be feeling better, but I am so bummed that I felt the worst I have ever felt for the longest time, right in the middle of my big chance to hoard some dough for maternity leave. Sigh. I mean, I served drinks just fine, but I was not as patient as I usually am, or as peppy at 1am as I know I can normally be, or even a little bit funny. I don't think I was anybody that people wanted to be around. 

I knew going into this that I would be tired, and I would most likely get sick. Somehow I thought that I would not be AS tired or AS sick as some people get. Wrong. I have a very dear friend who said it best- Pregnancy feels like a disease. I don't think I slept as much even when I was a teenager. I have naptimes for the first time since I was 4. Scheduled hours blocked out for my daily naps. 

I think I have to let up on myself. I think I just have to be okay with realizing, for the first time, that my goals are not exactly lining up with the needs of this baby. When I can see it like that, I am sort of fine with all of my naps and Honey Buzzers. That's my job now, I guess. Mama Nessie. 

Whoa.

(This baby better reckanize when it's time for my trip to Tahoe for some DMB in my 7th month of pregnancy!)