Can anyone please explain to me why in the world they call the nausea associated with pregnancy “morning sickness”?  As far as I can tell, it’s truly got nothing to do with morning or any other particular time of day for that matter.  In fact, I feel great in the morning, whether it’s my 6:30am wake-up call or getting up with a squeaky child at 3:00am, I feel fantastic: stomach great and ready to eat despite the time.  It’s the rest of each and every day that kills me!

For the first few weeks of this pregnancy I considered myself quite fortunate and marveled at not having to suffer more than some super duty dizziness and a lack of energy that had me falling asleep in an upright position (never happens excepting while pregnant).   Decidedly different from my first two pregnancies, this one was manifesting its existence in all new and exciting ways. Until just last week, and more forcefully this weekend past, that is! Yes, folks, the pregnancy has set in with the full force of its symptoms! Ugh!

Now I am convinced that there is a very definite reason why the experts suggest spacing your children’s birth approximately two years apart. HELLLLLLOOOOOOO! They totally want you to forget what being pregnant is all about. They don’t want you to remember what it feels like or to have any recognition of what you have suffered beyond an “oh, yeah. I recall being somewhat ill during my pregnancy”.  It is this forgetfulness phenomenon, I am certain, that prompts any woman who has at least one child to go on and have another.  If she truly remembered what being pregnant felt like, there’s no way in hell she’d do it again. Unless, of course, she is one of those very few ladies who actually “enjoys” being pregnant! AAAAAH!   Please, if you count yourself among them, comment and tell me all about it, so strange to me is the concept!

For months now I had been cooing over Drama Queen and wondering over how she is no longer a baby, soon to be all of two years old. Not only had I forgotten what it was like to be pregnant, I’d even forgotten what it was like to have an infant.  I have a sinking feeling that won’t last very long either! Forgotten pain: hence, why I dare a third pregnancy to begin with.

Whatever the case may be, this pregnancy has inaugurated its reign of terror on my poor body with migraines, hot flashes and some serious ALL-DAY sickness that has usually got me praying for the puke-fest that never comes. (Serious, my pregnant friends, consider yourselves lucky if you are able to puke)  So I am fully preparing myself to expect more of those situations like last evening’s shopping trip to the grocery store, decorated with plenty of tears and gagging down every isle (especially the meat isle). Peapod is definitely in the cards next time the fridge is empty!

Yes, folks, this is pregnancy, the wonderful, mysterious making of a baby! That all-perfect 24 hour-a-day nine month temporary position with the most fabulous bonus at the end of the term.  I suppose that the rewards are greater than the work, but darn, it’s hard work, straight on hard core work: no slacking allowed!