My First "I'm Done!" Moment (TMI Warning)

WARNING: This post contains information that is not for the faint of heart or stomach. Proceed with caution!

I woke up not feeling so great on Friday. Not horrible, but not great either. So I mustered up the energy to go into work. Bad idea #1. By 9:30 I was feeling terrible and had chills. I drank some tea and some water, still felt yucky. I talked myself into staying long enough to give my coworker a lunch break. Bad idea #2. By 12:30, my stomach is feeling a little upset, but I'm not sure if it's because I'm hungry (my normal lunch break is at 11:30) or because I'm sick. So I decide to eat a couple peanut butter crackers to see if that will settle my stomach. Bad idea #3.

My coworker gets back from lunch at 1:30, and after putting out a small fire with a client, I leave the office at 2 pm. It's about 45 degrees outside, raining and windy and just generally not fun if you are sick, or even if you aren't. I get in the car and start heading home and quickly realize that being in the car only makes me more nauseated. By the time I'm halfway home I realize it's more than just nauseousness, I'm seriously going to throw up. But it's cold and raining and I REALLY don't want to pull over and puke on the side of the road in the rain. So I'm searching frantically for a plastic bag, ANYTHING I can use as an airsick bag. And my normally trashed car has nothing. Not a plastic bag, not a bucket, nothing. In my desperation, I grab my thermos-cup thing that I use for a water cup. It will have to do.

So ya, driving down the road, now stuck in the left hand lane and throwing up into a cup. I get lucky in two ways. #1 - I come to a red light. I can now puke in the cup and then open the door and dump said cup out. Blech. #2 - After the first wave, the rest was just dry heaving. Normally, I hate dry heaving, but now I'm thankful. If I can just manage to get home, it will be ok.

So I get home, occasionally dry heaving along the way, tears streaming down my cheeks, nose running like a faucet, feverish and my sides are killing me from the baby being so high in my ribs and dry heaving at the same time

I'm done. I know that he needs to stay in there and cook, and that it is way to early, but I'm so stinking done it's not even funny. I spent the rest of the day on Friday and most of Saturday on the couch, sleeping occasionally, going through tissues and occasionally running a fever.

I'm feeling better today. Still have a bit of a head cold, but no more fever or aches. I'm ready for him to stay in a bit longer, provided I do not get sick again. Holy cow, being sick and pregnant in your third trimester sucks!