Yesterday was not my best day.
I've been trying to get away from the whiny, complaining rut I had fallen into - it's so easy to get in that mode, especially during the first trimester, especially when you have a blog where you can write whatever you want. I've been trying to broaden my focus, move on, and write and talk about bigger things.
And then, Wednesday night, I forgot to take my Unisom. If I had any doubts that the Unisom helps with my nauseousness, those doubts are now erased. I won't give you the gory details, but I will say this - I think, in all of yesterday, I managed to keep down 5 apple slices and 2 saltines. (You have no idea the grossness I've just spared you - I typed three or four sentences here & deleted them, thinking, "Nah...that's just TMI.")
James took Wendy over to spend the night at her grandparents' house, because I was feeling particularly weak & puny. I took my Unisom (you better believe I took it!!) and was asleep by 9 p.m. I had about 10 hours of sleep last night, not counting all of the getting up to pee, and I'm feeling MUCH better this morning: still a little weak, but my stomach feels perfectly settled, and I'm craving pumpkin bread.
If you're the praying sort, I'd really appreciate some words on my behalf. That I would feel better very quickly, and if not, that I'd figure out a way to deal with the sickness without becoming incapacitated. Thank you!