Lying in bed half awake before getting up to shower, I had a hunch that today was going to be comprised of bad feelings and hatred. I was angry for no reason, hated everything I tried on, and I was running late to work. Now I’m going to share with you something you may or may not have wanted to know. The morning sickness subsided around week 13 but this morning, it decided to flare up again.  I tried everything to keep my stomach from flaring up, burning my esophagus: I had the A/C blowing on my face, mental exercises of “you will be ok, you will be ok” but eventually – and right before I got to my breakfast destination – my body rebelled against me. Never before had I been so thankful that Elements don’t have carpeting. Clean up was a snap. But if you have had children and are familiar with morning sickness, you’d know it’s not like if you ate 3 corndogs and rode the Tilt-o-whirl. It’s more like when your dog drinks a ton of water and then runs five laps around the yard – all water and snot.

The worst part of this is that normally, when people upchuck, they feel better. I, on the other hand, seem to feel worse.  My head is pounding and my equilibrium is definitely off. I feel completely ill. However, I cannot spare any time because I need to save every hour of time I am earning for when I take maternity leave. I’m either going to go home for two hours and come back or see if I can stick it out for just a bit longer. I’m thinking going home will be the better option. Then I can begin again: reshower, redress and maybe feel better about everything.