Mortified

I'll warn you now... if any of you ladies out there have never been pregnant but would like to have children some day and sometimes get freaked out by pregnancy horror stories the STOP READING NOW.

Now that I've started my 14th week of pregnancy, I'm starting to get the "are you still having morning sickness?" questions more frequently. The answer is a big, fat YES. And today just capped it off as the most mortifying, lowest of the low experiences for me. Every morning after my shower I have some kind of snack. It was yogurt for a while and for the last few weeks it's been an apple. Then on the way to work I'll try to eat some oatmeal while Mr. S drives. Admittedly the last couple days the oatmeal has not been very appealing but it hasn't turned my stomach. This morning though it tasted pretty good so I was eating through most of it before we even got downtown. However, just as we got off the interstate my stomach did some very familiar dances. I opened my can of Izze, hoping that the fizzy juice would help relieve my stomach a little. It didn't. I then sent frantic silent prayers asking God to just let me make it to work. Those were denied. Once it hit me that there was no way out, I told Mr. S to pull over (which I'm sure freaked him out) and then proceeded to be sick on the side of the road, in downtown, with morning commuter traffic driving by, watching with great curiosity I'm sure.

No one ever wants to be sick. But if you're going to be sick and there's no choice about it, I think we all would prefer to have some privacy. And if privacy is denied, could we at least be drunk enough not to notice? But no, not for me! I had to be in full view of the city and stone-cold sober.

Not pleasant. Not at all.

I'm still waiting for the happy part of being pregnant to kick in. Anyone? Anyone??