Another sign of the apocalypse

I guess I'm officially a bad pregnant person. I didn't take my prenatal vitamin last night.
My stomach has been so damned queasy that I decided to forego the pleasure and I do feel slightly better today. It's really been quite something, the all-day sickness thing. Last pregnancy I switched prenates to something less hard on the stomach and it helped. However, I am currently on that same pill that I was switched to. So finding something else ... well, I suppose it's possible. Just not probable.

It's not that I feel like hurling - it's just persistent nausea and a general feeling of grossness. And sadly, the only thing that helps is eating. Once I'm done eating, it usually returns quickly. What the FUCK is that about and how do I unsubscribe from it?
I really don't need to gain enormous amounts of weight. I wasn't tiny to begin with.

And the constipation/diarrhea thing? And the belching/flatulence thing? John just keeps laughing at his dainty and ladylike wife. Right.

At work I was told not to worry (HAH!)about my symptoms, that they're normal and to chill out. They don't get that I'm not worried, I'm just miserable.

The thing is, I'm not exactly the shy and retiring kind. When I walked into work yesterday and was quiet and withdrawn, it alarmed people. Yes, my charge nurse actually came to me and asked if anything bad had happened, which was sweet (I didn't talk much for a few weeks after my miscarriage - always a sign that something is wrong with a chatterbox).

One neat thing I've noticed, now that I'm past (!!!!!) the 8 week mark is that I can feel a sort of protruberance around my pubis. IOW, if I lay my hand gently against the area below my belly button (while adjusting the fat roll there)and press gently, I can feel something hard yet soft, something different. It's pretty wild and it makes me smile.

However, on the "oh no, this could be bad" front, a true sign of the Apocalypse has arisen; Every single nurse at work agreed that the government messed up and should have stayed the hell out of the Terry Schiavo case. My friends, when a goodly number of nurses agree on ANY one concept, you know that screetching sound you heard earlier was the world grinding to a rapid halt.

So, if you wake up tomorrow and the lion and the lamb are lying down together, you find your friends speaking in tongues and your freezer is suddenly stocked with Haagen Daaz*, you'll know. The end is nigh. Turn on CNN and watch our demise.



* freezers being stocked with premium ice cream has to be a sign of the world's end. How else could we enjoy the show? There has to be SOME sort of reward for dealing with doomsday.