So, there are many times I think of things I'd like to say on facebook, you know, if nobody was reading or if the readers actually understood. Because I know people do genuinely care, but sometimes that just doesn't help, and I don't want to post something looking like I'm just trying to get attention or that I'm not thankful for our sweet baby. I'm just being whiney, so feel free to ignore this post, which will be easy since I'm pretty certain no one reads my blog. Sweet! :p
Like today, I'd just like to say: today is a day that I'm very thankful that I carry puke bags with me. My supply now needs replenishing. And I'm very sorry to whoever empties the trash that I dumped said vomit filled bags in. :(
Yesterday, I was just feeling very mopey. One of the meds I'm on has mood side effects, and while I haven't experienced anything major, I have noticed that it's harder for me to get out of bed and harder for me to be my usual happy self. But yeah, tried to skip a dose of that med yesterday to improve my spirits and then today happened. Vomiting in public vs. Being mopey. I shall mope! It burns your throat and sinuses much less than violent vomiting. And is way less humiliating than puking in public.
Oh,and what's awful, is after puking up restaurant food that I just spent 12 freaking dollars on, all I want to do is cry, because that's 12 dollars in my vomit bag. Dammit.
On a positive note, I do totally appreciate friends who check in and ask me how I am, even if I can't come up with any better answer than I'm ok. It really does make my day.
And friends that have had the pleasure of watching me vomit in public, I'm sorry. I'd really like to give you a thumbs up and smile and say I'm ok. It's not as bad as it looks. I've got this. I have a whole plan of action for vomiting in public now. It's still far from graceful, but I do have to say it is way more awesome than pregnant with Ina and vomiting literally all over an entire restaurant. I've got puke skills now that nobody else can replicate ;) nor would I really want anyone else to develop said skills.
And then there's joey and Ina....who nonchalantly say, oh moms puking again. Ina who says, wow good job mom that's a whole lot of puke! Joey who goes to get me a washcloth and water for when I'm done puking. They're awesome, my little blessings.
And I'll just end with this sweetness. My sleep fighting super girl Emily is asleep. Party! ...except she's insistent on cuddles. I'll just be right here, snuggling my sweet baby girl and hoping Robin doesn't decide that it's time for round 10 in mamas vomit day.
