as i’ve headed into the throes of the second trimester, i have not discovered a return of energy and pep. the heartburn and constipation are not as bad as during the first trimester. but i’m still tired as all get out. and if i don’t take a nap during the day, forgetaboutit.
a new “symptom” i’ve discovered here in tri-2 has been the increasing sensitivity of my gag reflex. stuff like brushing my teeth or smelling something unpleasant produce an involuntary gag. but i would expect that. i did not, however, expect to find myself gagging when i have a sudden coughing fit.
yesterday, my first official day at 17 weeks, was the first time since i entered pregnancy-land that i vomited. (maybe i should have warned you before i dropped that word on you.)
i had been feeling unwell ever since lunch. it wasn’t nausea. more like i just felt bloated. really bloated and awful. and like something i ate at lunch wasn’t “good.”
brushing my teeth as i got ready for bed set everything in motion. and a few moments later, the vomiting was over and i felt good as new. well, almost good as new.
are you asking yourself why i’m even telling you about how i was selling cars last night (buick!)?
let me ‘splain.
given the way i was feeling, i was pretty concerned about driving from dc to pa yesterday. was the bloated and yucky feeling the start of something bad? would i have to pull over somewhere? would i be able to pull over somewhere if i needed to or would i be stuck in traffic in the middle lane? would i make it?
obviously, i did make it. and i say it was an answer to my prayer. short and desperate and silent though it may have been.
there was something wrong in my lunch yesterday. i was made sick by it. but not until i was safely at home where the suffering and discomfort of it all could be minimal.
aren’t we all grateful for that?