I Love Phenergen

Apparently, I have no blog anymore. I hate that I've totally given up on blogging. I always knew that I would experience nausea when I was pregnant, but I had no clue that the nausea would last ALL DAY LONG! Christmas was really hard this year, and I had the most difficult time just getting out and driving a few miles to Greenridge to buy one present. Wes helped me out a lot. Without him, I never would have been ready for Christmas. Phenergen and Zofran helped out as well. I finally broke down and called the doctor on Christmas Eve to beg for some medicine. They aren't the magic pills that I'd hoped they were, but they do take the edge off.
The strangest thing about being pregnant is my appetite issues. I usually really like to eat. Since I've been pregnant, though, the thought of any food makes me sick. Forget trying to eat healthy. I can't even make myself choke down fries, pizza, or milkshakes. Poor Wes...each day he has no clue what I might be able to eat for dinner. We no longer plan meals. It's very childish, but it depresses me that food is such an issue. I hate eating, but I get even sicker if I don't eat. Food does not taste good to me anymore. Wes and I always looked forward to going to a nice dinner on payday Friday. We don't go out to eat anymore. We've actually had nights when Wes had to cheer me on: "Just one nugget, Casey. You can do it." After I choked it down, "Yay, I'm so proud of you!" Seriously? Is my husband really having to be my food cheerleader? I thought that I would eat everything in sight while I was pregnant.
There must be some positive in this, and here is what I've come up with. I am such a worrier. I worried from the day I found out I was pregnant. I worried that I would miscarry. Once I was past that point, I worried that I wasn't eating well. My latest worry is that I'm not big enough to be almost twenty weeks. Anyway, being so sick always served as a reminder that I was pregnant. Wes would laugh at me when I would tell him that I was afraid I wasn't pregnant anymore because I would pause in the middle of my worry to get sick. Feeling this way always let me know that there was still a baby in there, healthy and growing.