Pregnancy isn't the easiest thing for me. I know that there are some women who have magical pregnancies, but that has never been my experience.
This is a post for all the women who selflessly give of themselves to create another life, knowing that hyperemesis gravidarum is just around the corner. Quite frankly, if you know what's coming and you are willing to sacrifice through this for a baby, you are my hero. And that's a note I needed to read.
From the moment I get a positive pregnancy test, it seems the puking begins, and when it will end, I never know.
Days of laying by the toilet turn into weeks, and then months. The physical sickness begins to slowly wear on me in more ways than I can express.
I can't leave the house. I can't clean. I can't cook. I can't be the wife and mom I so desperately crave to be, because my hypermesis gravidarum sneaks in and takes over everything.
I can't be there for the people I love the most because, instead, I'm trying to make sure that the life inside me is getting everything it can, while I vomit uncontrollably.
The shame of not being there for my family, and the fear of the never ending sickness hurts beyond words.
Please don't get me wrong. I am grateful to be able to carry this baby, and I pray daily that this sweet life will be happy and healthy, but the illness that comes with the sweet blessing makes the joy of pregnancy murky.
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