Struggling for a pattern.

Morning sickness is horrifyingly unpredictable, at least when it's bad. I know some women who swear by crackers in the morning and small snacks throughout the day, and I envy them. I told Chris last night that most depraved thing about this whole morning sickness thing is that I continue, after two other pregnancies of doing exactly what I'm doing now, to look for a pattern to the madness. For instance, I had a decent day yesterday, with an hour or two where the nausea went all the way back to my stomach. I'm not sure if nausea feels like this for everyone, but I gauge it by where it hurts on my body. Most of the time, it's right below my ears, making me salivate.

But yesterday it stayed in my stomach for a little while, which was a blessing. I cleaned the living room, dining room, kitchen and hall bath. I didn't even feel tired enough to have to nap yesterday. The only things I did different was to 1. drink an iced tea from McDonald's, and 2. take both of my pills at 3:30, hoping to have an okay evening. I know that iced tea has caffeine, but at this point I'm unable to drink anything, so I went for something I thought would have a chance of being swallowed, and it worked. I'm pretty sure the caffeine level was still far below what's safe, and the chance of me becoming dehydrated is a far greater threat for the baby at this time.

The evening was tough, but the nausea stayed right below my neck, so it was bearable. I had to go to bed pretty early, but then I couldn't sleep, but that's nothing unusual for any pregnancy.

Today I woke up feeling pretty miserable. I was only able to choke down about four bites of my cereal, and when I took my pills, I couldn't stop the gulping of my watered down juice. When I can get something down without gagging, my body just goes nuts. But I laid down for a while and kept it. Then I went and got another iced tea. It didn't go down as smoothly as yesterday's but I still didn't lose it.

Miserable day. Took the pills at 4:00 p.m. Violently ill at 6:00, right when Chris called us to dinner. And even though I KNOW there is no rhyme or reason to when or why or what makes me sick, I was still very surprised. Does that make me an optimist, even through all of this whining? Or merely insane?

I think my husband is pretty sure it's the latter.