I remember when I was pregnant with Charlee that my second trimester was a pretty rough time. My sickness was just getting started for the most part (whereas most women are beginning to feel better) and I was missing a lot of work. I was in a pretty bad place emotionally because I was too sick to be at work, but I HAD to be there. When I was home it was almost a blessing that Eric was usually at work over night so that I could lay around the house being sick and miserable all alone. Luckily it is different this time around.
I am still very sick. But not nearly as bad as the first time. I can go a few days feeling pretty normal (minus exhaustion) and it's easier to pretend that I'm feeling ok around other people even when I'm not. That's a big thing for me. I don't want other people to know that I'm not feeling well when I'm sick. I don't know why. I feel like it's going to ruin their day and it's my issue to deal with, so why burden them. I try not to let Charlee realize that I'm not feeling well. But she's in a phase where she likes to use me as her personal jungle gym and sit in my lap all of the time, so sometimes I have to explain to her that my tummy hurts.
Eric has been amazing. Thank goodness he has nights and weekends off these days. The days that I'm sick can be difficult with Charlee. But I do my best to keep her entertained with Play Doh, magic sand, blocks, and books until Eric gets home. On those days he helps with her dinner and putting her to bed. He will bring me water, and ice, popsickles, and bread upstairs, no matter how many trips he has to take or what he's in the middle of doing. He makes sure that I get to nap on the weekends so that I feel well enough to be with Charlee during the week. I will be honest, I was scared of what it would be like the second time around if I were to be sick again. My fears have been relieved thanks to the care that my wonderful husband has been giving me.
My favorite question that I've gotten from a friend about my hyperemesis is "where is the most awkward place you've been sick?" Which is a totally legit question considering it hits me out of nowhere and I can literally be out doing anything at the time. For a long time it would have been a toss up between the side of I26 on my way home from work when a police officer stopped to see if I was drunk and I had to explain myself in between, or the time I was checking out at Carters and grabbed the bag from the cashier before she could put my purchase in it. But this past Saturday wins out. We were at Eric's Wawa's house for an oyster roast when I started feeling queezy. There were at least 7 people in the living room when I ran to the bathroom. I KNOW they could hear everything. But then, as if I wasn't embarrassed enough, I had to walk across the house to get my tooth brush and tooth paste out of my bag, go brush my teeth, then come back out. There were no doubts after that and I was greeted by total silence. The horror!
I am still hoping that this sickness goes away as my second trimester continues. Please let me be one of the teeny tiny percentage of women that aren't sick the second time around!
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