This morning I had plans of getting up and going to the mall to get my bi-yearly check on my wedding ring done so that the warranty doesn’t expire. Ya know… since it’s the end of the month and all.
And then life happened.
This is about being pregnant, bladder control, and throwing up. You’ve been warned. It’s not nasty/disgusting, but if bodily functions gross you out, then maybe skip this post. 🙂
I got out of bed late today. Probably around 11. I was up all night running to the bathroom. Of course… it’s not really running as after being still for a few hours my hips are super sore and achy. I practically limp to the bathroom.
Any way, I got online, fed my blog hunger, checked my e-mail and lurked around facebook. My hubby got up and I asked him to get me a drink of water. He said “sure” and I didn’t think about it again. Until an hour later. When my cup was still empty.
I went to the kitchen to get some water, but there was a sickeningly sweet smell in there, so I called B-man to pretty please get me some water from the fridge. I could feel my stomach turning but I hoped if I could just get a drink everything would be okay.
I got the water, but went to the restroom any way. Last time I threw up I made an awful mess and it was… disgusting. I wanted to avoid the vomit every where. Especially since it is my sweet sweet husband that ends up cleaning up the mess.
2 seconds after going into the bathroom, I was throwing up. Of course, the only thing in my stomach is water (and one singular little green leaf. Strange.). After a while it was just dry-heaving. It sucked.
As I’m kneeling on the bathroom floor retching my little heart out I realize that… well… much like when I cough or sneeze or laugh… my poor little bladder wasn’t holding up like I had hoped.
So… all of the watery contents of my stomach made it into the toilet. Unfortunately I ended up having to mop the floor.
These are the realities of my pregnancy.
The next three hours involved drinking water, and then a banana, and then finally yogurt and sandwich.
The tummy doesn’t like to be empty apparently.
I decided to wait for my hubby before I go get my ring check done. I’m feeling rather clingy now.