Insert Head In Toilet

Sunday night I was sitting in Carnegie Hall listening to a symphony concert with Chris and some friends.   I had my best preggie dress on, cute boots, my hair looked good.   It was a great night.   All of a sudden, I had to puke.   Yep.   It just hit me.   I was either going to throw up on my well-dressed husband, or I was going to need to find the nearest exit.

And I have pretty much been in the same condition for 48 hours.   I haven’t been able to keep anything down, and I feel like my insides are at a disco inside me.   At first, I thought it was the Bean.   Great.   My unborn child already hates me, I thought.   But after 2 days of solid upchucking, I went to the doctor who told me I had lost 4 pounds and that this wasn’t just morning sickness.   It was some kind of virus.   So, he sent me home with some medication (YAY!) and a threat to send me to the hospital for fluids if I didn’t start eating popsicles and drinking Gatorade ASAP.

I’m up and moving today, but who knows how long its gonna last.   I feel like I could blow at any minute now (sorry for the graphic description – I just don’t know how to make throwing up sound pleasant).

In the heat of my sickness, my Mom called me to talk about baby clothes.   I almost reached through the phone and strangled her.   I couldn’t even concentrate on picking my cup up to my mouth, and she wanted to talk about baby clothes?!?!   And then she finally came out with the reason she called.

“I’m so afraid I’m only going to get one grandchild out of you!” she cried.

Sadly, she might be right.   This pregnancy has been nothing but medical tests and throwing up, and I’ll be honest with you, I’m about over it.

But last night I was laying in bed, moaning and complaining to Chris about how sick I felt, and suddenly – I felt the baby move.   It wasn’t really a kick or a nudge or anything, but he was definitely moving around in there.   For several days, I have been feeling my stomach gargle and wretch, but this was definitely a different feeling.   And when I started rubbing my stomach, I could actually feel where he was.   There was a hard little spot in my stomach, and I think he was just all curled up in there, stretching and rolling around.   I spent the next 2 hours rubbing him and poking at him and just playing with him.   It was the coolest 2 hours I’ve had in 4 looooong months.

So, maybe this might all be worth it.   Maybe this little Bean will be more fun than a toilet bowl.   And I’m not making any promises here, but I would do it all over again if I could have those 2 hours I had last night.   Totally worth it.