Egads! But alas, not as sensationalist as the title implied.
I’m now almost 18 weeks pregnant. 18! And despite being in the supposedly awesome second trimester, I still feel icky most of the time. On the bright side, I’m getting used to feeling icky – most days. On the realistic side, I do sometimes wallow in the misery of just feeling so icky.
I know, pathetic.
After two nights of pathetic misery, I called my mom to whine. Yes, at 31, I call to whine. Do you not do that? And she confided that she took a little anti-nausea pill for the duration of each of her three pregnancies. With the first (me), she was admitted to the hospital before getting the prescription. With the next two, she took it beginning to end.
And then I remembered: I have these pills already sitting on my nightstand! Duh.
I’m reminded of the studies that show that people who need medication to live good lives (schizophrenics, for one) will get better while taking their pills and then suddenly stop taking them. It defies logic, but happens time after time. They get better, decide the pills aren’t the cause, and stop taking the pills. Then (lo and behold) they get worse.
That one glorious week of awesomeness when I thought I’d conquered the misery of indigestion? Not so much. I was taking an anti-nausea pill and a B6 vitamin every night. And then I stopped. Because I’m human (and therefore slightly crazy).
So now I’m taking the anti-nausea pill again and feeling oddly defeated for it. Why is that? I take a prenatal vitamin most days, believe in the power of Tylenol to kill a headache, rely on Theraflu to survive the flu (when not pregnant). Perhaps it’s because I drink tons of water before reaching for Tylenol, am very careful to adhere to the dosing guidelines when taking Theraflu, and only take the prenatal because I know my diet is getting me all the vitamins I need what with being limited to cheese, Frosted Mini Wheats and Subway sandwiches (but only for lunch).
I tend to prefer more “normal” human ways of getting what I need than industrialized options. That said, I eat McDonald’s sometimes.
Side note: there was an article about Taco Bell pleading their case against some government agency that wouldn’t allow them to use the word “beef” (or “meat”) for their tacos because they were under the 40% real beef threshold for using the term. Um, what? So if they had 41% beef, they’d be good to go? Since then, I can’t stomach the thought of most fast food and I am very sad, because I love me a Wendy’s burger and (yes, I’ll admit it) a Taco Bell taco sometimes. But if only 40% is beef, what’s the rest? Wait, don’t answer that. Please.
So I’m taking an anti-nausea pill and for the first time in weeks, I am sleeping more regularly and not spending each evening pathetically miserable. If this makes me a wimp or a loser, so be it. With slightly more than half a pregnancy to go, something needed to change or this kid would be sleeping in a pile of unfolded clean clothes I never put away because I was laying very still and trying not to puke. And that pile of clothes would be made OH so much more comfy by the tumbleweeds of animal fur that would undoubtedly have floated by and decided to hang on. Ew.
Oh, right, and for those folks who remember that I’m signed up to spawn this kid at a birth center (read: no epidural option), I get the concern you might have that someone so wimpy she can’t handle nausea will be able to give birth naturally. I share that concern. But I remind myself of two things: 1) my mom – who took anti-nausea meds for each pregnancy – gave birth three times without epidurals, once while under heavy doses of Pitocin, and 2) I could deal with the nausea if I didn’t have regular life to live and an endless to-do list, both of which get put aside while one is pushing a child out of one’s hoo-ha.