...but, well, I'm going to complain.
I'm so tired of being sick. I had another huge, huge, two-and-a-half-hour-long bout of throwing up this morning. I won't get too graphic but I'll just say that it left my throat so raw that it was bleeding, not to mention that swallowing still hurts. Plus I have broken capillaries in my face from all the throwing up. (And this was after taking Zofran, the supposed anti-nausea wonder drug.)
I'm tired of having nothing sound good to me, food-wise. I like food. A lot. Usually to the point where I'd rather be a little overweight than stop eating what I enjoy. But these days, pretty much all food sounds gross. Even when I'm hungry, I often can't think of one single thing that sounds good to me, let alone one thing that I think I can eat without throwing up.
I feel like I shouldn't complain too much, that I'm lucky to be pregnant, even if I am so sick. And I am lucky, and I am grateful. Don't get me wrong. But dammit, this sucks. I expected there to be unpleasant parts of pregnancy (um, hemorrhoids, anyone?) but this has gone beyond the mere unpleasant and has ventured into the downright miserable.
Anyway. I have a doctor's appointment Tuesday and I'll definitely be describing this morning's, um, unpleasantness in all its graphic glory. I hope there's something the doctors can do or I can do. I really don't know how I'll cope if she just tells me they've done all they can and this is just how it is. I accepted that when I was still in my first trimester, but I'm 17 weeks along; this should be abating now. *sigh* It would be just my luck to have this last the entire 40 weeks...