I know I was just bragging about the fact that I have not experienced any morning sickness or nausea so far in my pregnancy, but as usual, I spoke too soon. On my way to the airport two days ago, I almost barfed all over the backseat of my taxi. Almost. It was the longest 40 minute cab ride of my life. I barely had time to throw a few bills at the driver before running for the airport bathroom. I almost made it to the toilet.
I spent the next hour at the airport nursing a can of overpriced Ginger Ale and hiding from the airport bathroom cleaning ladies (I’m sorry!). Thank goodness, my stomach settled a bit before I had to check into the flight, or else I’m pretty sure airport security would’ve sent me packing back home.
Was it morning sickness or motion sickness that set off my barf alarm? Is it possible to only get occasional morning sickness?
Either way, I hope that never happens again.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I haven’t experienced many of the signs and symptoms of early pregnancy, such as morning sickness or nausea. When I asked my doctor about it last week, she said that if I haven’t had morning sickness by now, it’s likely that I probably won’t experience it at all for the duration of my pregnancy.
Before anyone starts congratulating or cursing me for my good fortune, I would let you know that I would gladly (I think) take bouts of morning sickness and nausea in exchange for the one symptom that I do have in abundance: GAS.
I cannot, for the life of me, stop farting. It’s disgusting. I’m disgusting. I also sit in an open office environment at work so every time that I have to let one rip (which is often), I need to scramble out of my seat and scurry down an empty hallway so that my coworkers won’t find out that it’s me that’s been polluting our communal oxygen supply. I’ve come to dread elevators, meetings, subways, business lunches – basically any and all places that holds me immobile for any length of time.
It’s not quite as bad at home because J just wiggles his nose in disgust but doesn’t dare say anything in fear of one of my frequent weeping spells these days. But Henry, our 2-year-old dog, is not quite as subtle in masking his distaste. I frequently catch him giving me these sad, horrified looks:
So yes, I think I’ll take that morning sickness instead, thanks.