Today on my way home from my spinning class, I was feeling slightly queasy. I'm pregnant. So, I've basically spent the 3 months feeling queasy. However, today was a little different. I made it half way home and then knew that this was not going away. So, I turned a quick corner, pulled over on the side of the road (right in front of my friend's house) and puked out my window.
This is the first time I've thrown up this whole pregnancy, so it was kind of sad to have that record end. AND I'll need to call my neighbor later to apologize. It was a few minutes after 7am, so I'm sure someone in their house was awake to witness such loveliness.
Why does pregnancy have to be so very unpleasant? I know there are people out there who breeze through it and think it's wonderful, but I am not one of them...and in fact, I know very few people like that. But seriously, the aftermath of actually having the baby is hard enough, why (evolutionarily speaking) should it be so difficult during? Tired makes sense to me. Growing another human is hard work. But everything else? The aches, the pains, the vomiting, the swelling, the crampy legs. What is all that for?
I know there are people who have really really horrible pregnancies and I shouldn't complain about my little silly aches and pains. I know there are people who would give anything to experience pregnancy and can't, and so I should quit my whining and be grateful.
But it's hard to remember that when I'm throwing up in the street like a college freshman after their first frat party.