Over the last couple of days I haven't been feeling my best. The first real wave of nausea set in on the day of the UK game. There is no denying it, it was a packed day. I was running from the moment I got up for work at eight to the end of the game at eleven thirty. I was cold and I was starving and I started to feel...terrible. I fought the urge to ask them to stop the car on the way back to Ryan and Arielle's so I could puke, but once we got to our car I had Nick pull over at a gas station. I didn't actually get sick, but I think I would have felt better if I had. We then realized we sorta skipped dinner, so we picked up fast food and I felt a lot better.
I kinda thought it was a one shot deal. I had pushed myself a little to far and my body didn't like it one bit. The problem is that since then my body seems to have decided that is the best way to let me know how it feels! Small twinge of hunger...nausea. Eat some food, any food...nausea. God forbid eat too much food...GOD HELP HE HEART BURN WITH NAUSEA. (I know...I am such an attractive pregnant person. Add in the lovely acne and the fact that I seem to be a little more hairy, and people will not be able to stay away...also, I think I MIGHT tell my blog readers to much...)
Anyway, back to the nausea. The definition of too much food is now new. For instance, last night for our anniversary dinner I ate a couple pieces of a blooming onion, about 3/4 of a salad, 1/4 a steak and 1/2 a potato. I thought I might die. Yet again, I had Nick stop on the way home. And yet again I wasn't actually sick. Just overwhelmed with nausea. I guess I need to learn the difference between painfully nauseous and actually about to puke...I am just afraid if I don't air on the side of caution, then I might REALLY regret that decision later. As will anybody who is around me when I say, "Oh NO. I just thought it was a little nausea..."