The Sick

So... I can't keep an honest, up-to-date blog without telling about the sickies.
I pretty much got sick around week 5 and it is now week 12 1/2 and I may be seeing the light... but not yet.
There hasn't been too much throwing up, which is good but I think that if I ever wanted to get out of class or work, it would be super super easy. I would just have to think about throwing up and I would have a free pass home.

I have to tell you about the worst day though.
I was about 8 weeks along and was at work. For some random reason, my body just decided to start getting rid of everything in my stomach. Luckily, I go to work after everyone is gone to make phone calls so no one was there. I threw up twice while I was at work and then I was on my way home when it went for a 3rd. I thought I could keep it down till I got home but it showed no mercy. I had to pull over on 4th North in Logan in busy traffic and hurl in front of someone's house. Wow... never will I forget that experience! And neither will this baby for sure.
Well, after throwing up you feel like superwoman for some reason so I decided that I could make it to Ashley's nutrition class that she was teaching. All was well until we got up to do some Zumba. I didn't really do it but my body must have been like, "Oh, you're tying to do something physical right now? Yeah right." I had to bolt down the hall and puke in the smelly bathroom of the dorms. Well, you'd think I'd learn my lesson but I didn't. I thought, "Okay, 4 times is enough. Surely it won't come again." I was feeling great again so I went back to semi-zumbaing. John, Ashley's husband, came in at this point. He could tell that I wasn't feeling very well and was so nice. This is where I give a shout out to John Frampton. He is probably one of the nicest guys I know, almost as sweet as Nate, which is saying something! After running to throw up for the 5th time that night, he offered to take me home because I had walked there. (back when I thought I was superwoman, remember?) By this point I was pretty worn out. I had tried to keep fluid and saltine's down but once something hit my stomach it was like a trampoline and came right back up. John helped me into the car and then was very happy to help Nate give me a blessing. He went and picked up Nate and helped me into the apartment. He was just so kind and gentle. They gave me a blessing and of course that was so amazing and he gave me a huge hug afterwards and said, "If you need anything at all, you better call me!"I will never forget his kindness that night. After that, Nate tucked me in and played with my hair until I fell asleep.
The power of the priesthood - so wonderful.

Since that day, I've only thrown up a couple times. One was when I was brushing my teeth :-( and one was when I was coughing... yeah weird.
Everytime I start coughing now, Nate chants, "Keep it down! Keep it Down!"
He's so funny.

Today being almost 13 weeks I think I might be feeling better. I hope I'm not jinxing it but Nate and I went to Center Street Grill and I was actually EXCITED to eat something! I wanted a hamburger and fries so bad and I actually ate it! The baby is probably so happy to have something other than cereal, saltines and vitamins. I know I was.

Well, I'm sorry if I've ruined anyone's desire to have children. haha. But seriously, if you're thinking about it, don't come talk to me right now. :-)
Here's to a brighter, less sick day tomorrow!