Weeks 7 - 11
~ What Morning Sickness?
These weeks are kind of a blur to me, as I was so sick, it was all I could do to get up in the morning and make it to the car. Steve and I commute to town together, so he would drive and I would sleep (or try to not throw up). I would try to make it through work (of course, January is our busiest month), and I would just run to the bathroom when I needed to. We would get home from work, and I would put dinner in the oven, and I was usually in bed by 7 p.m. - I felt like such a loser! Most nights, I couldn't eat dinner, and sometimes I would have to put Vicks Vapo-Rub under my nose to keep from throwing up at the smell of Steve's dinner.
I was craving pears and Italian food, but I could not stand the smell or sight of eggs or sweets (I didn't even want to touch my mom's famous fudge). One evening, when I was throwing up, Steve asked me if I could make it through the next nine months. I replied and told him that I had no choice!