Throughout the last 28 weeks I have gone through a number of things with this pregnancy. The first trimester was pretty rough. Sick, exhausted, loss of appetite, you name it. If it was in a book as a symptom of pregnancy, I had it. Second trimester was good. I could eat pretty much anything I wanted. I realized early on that I could not scoop the backyard and clean up after the dogs when I puked in the backyard. I only wanted to do that once.
We've realized that I can't deal with gross things. Things I typically would have no issue with. Smells in public restrooms, although nasty and vile, didn't cause violent reactions. Other random things that happened to the dogs, or came out of humans could cause a gag attack. I'd have to calm myself down, try NOT to think about it and move forward. Even thinking too much about something could cause this gag attack.
Tonight, just now, something new happened. I killed a fly. This normally would bring great joy and pride. Those tricky little boogers sneak into the house and the one that kills it gets great accolades. I spotted it, I grabbed a tool, and I smacked it. I got it good. I then realized the gag reflex also works for body innards.
The things I find out on a daily basis are slowly swaying me to just stay home and in bed and not do anything. Slowly the list of things I used to be able to do is disappearing.
My only hope is that by the time this little nugget arrives my gag reflex is back to normal or i'm going to be driving Baby G, 30 minutes round trip, to Christian's store, 4-6 times a day, to change the nastiest of nasty diapers.
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