Salamander 1.0 - Week 6

Well so much for the no nausea. Sunday marked the official start of week six. I rang it in with a nice puking fest shortly after arriving home from a visit to my folks. Let me back up and recount the weekend.

Saturday April 30th was Melissa's baby shower. Maureen was set to pick me up at 10:30 so we could get to Peggy's (Melissa's MIL) house around 11:30 to help with the party setup. No biggie. Dave and I slept in a bit. I jumped in the shower after we finally got up around 8 or 8:30. By the time I was ready I was starving and pretty nauseous. Dave informed me he needed cash which I didn't have on me. It was 10:00 and I decided we should get bagels at the bagel shop down town. So we quickly jumped in the truck and drove to get cash and bagels. Great idea! That bagel made me feel better... but the OJ was a poor choice.

Maureen showed up right on time. I finished up my bagel and kissed the hubby good bye. We had a pretty uneventful ride out to Canastota. When we arrived at Peggy's house she wasn't there... but Melissa's mother and sister were waiting in their car. We said hi and got back in the cars to wait. It was a bit chilly outside. Peggy finally showed up just before noon. She proceeded to tell us that she had told Melissa to have us come at noon... but that Melissa said not to worry because we're never on time.

What the hell? We're not always late. I think my prego hormones may have pushed me to take greater offense to that statement than was called for. Moving on.

We helped take all the packages of food into the house. Finger sandwiches, subway sandwiches and a bunch of other stuff I don't quite remember. It's a good thing we didn't bring a dish to pass. The mom's totally had things figured out. We were superfluous. Someone suggested blowing up balloons to finish with the decorations... famous last words :) Poor Mo and I were turning green trying to blow up these balloons. I joked about filling one with puke instead of air. Little did I know that gaggy feeling would be magnified in just a few short days.

The party was packed and long. Melissa was happy with the gift we got her - Mo, Jenny and I went in on professional photography sessions & prints for her and Brandon. They would get a session of maternity shots and a newborn session for Stella once she arrived. - She got some major loot from the rest of the family and friends that had come. Once everything was opened up and oohed and ahhed over, the silly games were done and we had all filled our stomachs it was time to leave. We packed up Melissa's loot and headed over to her house.

Dave had driven over and spent the day playing disc golf with Brandon, John, Cody and Adam. They were already back at the house drinking some beers. We lingered for awhile. Daphne showed us pictures set to music of Melissa's Bachlorette party and then we headed to Cortland to visit my parents for the night.

Visit with my parents was low key. My mom and I talked about the pregnancy and how I'm feeling. She recounted how things went with her pregnancy with me. Dave was pissed because my Dad didn't say a word. No congratulations... no nothing. He can be so insensitive, so oblivious. Such is life. I know how he is, but Dave was really upset. He'll be fine of course. I just hope my Dad gets the memo as this progresses that he should be happy. It could be that he's tentative just like I am. I must admit that Dave kind of said the same thing to me... I just want you to be happy about this. I am, but I'm scared too. So, I give him the benefit of the doubt that he's being reserved because of that.

The biggest change this week has been the will crushing nausea. I have been miserable all week. I feel like I'm dying a slow horrible tortured death. It has been really awful. Each day since Sunday's puke has been worse. I wake up and as I'm getting down the stairs it is already setting in. I've been unable to really look at food in the morning. So, making Dave's lunch is completely out of the question. I feel awful about this. I mean that is one of those things that I've been doing for years. I've made him lunch almost every morning for the last 5 years! I seriously can count on less than two hands how many times he's left without a lunch made by my hands. Even if it was just leftovers from the night before. I put them into a container and made sure he had a fork... all that stuff. So I feel terrible that he's had to fend for himself.

I hope it gets better soon. Really, really soon. I might claw my eyes out if I have to have this continue for much more than a few weeks. I'm not the praying kind... but I'll take any of the good vibes you can send my way including prayers.