Ride the wave

Am I on a cruise?

Because I think I might be on a large boat. I have all the symptoms of sea sickness: constant, unabating nausea. Swaying. The inability to calm my stomach if I am in an interior room. That cute sailor's hat I have taken to wearing.

The nausea, my god, the nausea, people.

It's awful.

Wah, I know. Lots of women would kill to be nauseous. I am sure there are a line of them outside the door right now. And I am sorry. But I would not wish this on my worst enemy.

It's the worst from 2-6 p.m. Every damn day. Several days running now, it's been fun because I have both woken up sick and gone to bed sick.

This.

Has.

Got.

To.

Stop.

And everyone tells me it will -- yay -- in about six more weeks -- boo.

I can't watch commercials about food. I can't read about food. I can't think about food. I can't smell food. I can eat food, but only a few various items, which change constantly from day to day. One day chicken tacos sound great. The next, gack. Nonononono.

You know it's bad when I turn down ice cream. And I have not wanted that in days.

Josh, he tries to be helpful. He encourages me to eat fruits and vegetables. He wants me to eat Super Foods. He sends me articles about Omega-3s and how great they are for the developing brain.

And all I can think about is Saltine crackers. And how they leave that terrible, sicky taste in your mouth like you have the flu. Which I guess, I kind of do. Just all the time.