First it was Boy, and that was distressing. All day Tuesday, I did laundry and worried because juice and water wasn't staying down. We got through that, but last night it was MY turn. And silvara's turn. And boy oh boy, it was not a fun night!
*sigh* The scary part for me is that it was like a sneak peak of what would happen if I got hyperemesis again when I get pregnant. I only puked like five times last night. At the height of my troubles with Boy, it was more like fifteen times. The thought is terrifying, and insane...cause by the time I was heading to the bathroom for the fourth round, I was thinking, "Okay....been here, done that and survived. Maybe I CAN do this..."
*rolls eyes* For those who don't know, last time, my HG lasted seven very long months, and I didn't have a two year old to chase around. I must be fricken insane.
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