Today has NOT been a good day for me and food. It started this morning when I got up, had a croissant for breakfast, then a little later I felt nauseated… and tossed my cookies. I felt actually pretty happy. Yay I’m sick again!

Went to work. Got a little hungry, so I ate some doritos. Got sick. Had a hot chocolate…. it settled my tummy.

I went to my doctor’s appointment, had 4 vials of blood drawn. I felt quite light-headed for an hour after that. Den took me home and fed me some dinner… some of his leftover pork fried rice. It actually stayed down!! The only actual food item that stayed down all day. I felt okay for a few hours.

Before bed I got hungry. I brought out a piece of cake. The same birthday cake leftovers I had some of last night. I ate it. It was good. But then I didn’t feel too well. No, I really didn’t feel too well. No… really… GET OUT OF MY WAY DOG, I MAY PUKE ON YOU! Ran to bathroom, breathing deeply to keep the nausea down. And it all. came. back. up. every little bite of that cake. And probably all my meds I take in the evening, too. It was nasty. Icky nasty, just-wouldn’t-stop puking.

I’m now feeling hungry and “empty” and yet scared to eat anything for fear of tossing it all again. I’m having a cup of hot chocolate (even though I’m alread hot) because it seems to have magical properties, as far as I can tell.

I doubt I got many actual calories today. I know, it sure sounds like I didn’t eat much today. To be honest, after the first two incidents I was afraid to eat anything else. Even the sight of food was making me nauseated. I sure hope tomorrow is better. We’re going out to a nice restaurant with Den’s siblings and I really prefer not to spend $20 just to puke.

I really really appreciate my body giving me a positive pregnancy “sign.” I really do. I am thankful. But… did it have to be quite so forceful?