It’s official, I’ve been stuck on bed rest since 4w5d and I’m now 6w5d. I’ve passed every hour of every day either throwing up, stuck on a continuous loop of nauseated, or sleeping the sleep of the undead.
Yes, we’re pregnant again and yes I’m suffering once more from Hyperemesis Gravidarum.
I knew better, I knew I would never be able to experience pregnancy like a happy person, I knew I’d be sick every waking hour. I have so many boxes and boxes of medications and I’m still so sick.
My lips are dried and peeling, my skin is dry as is my hair.
This is my third pregnancy dealing with this and I don’t know what I was hoping for but I definitely didn’t find it. I’m so close to the mark where we lost the last one that I just decided to come out with it.
If you’re local to me chances are you will not see me again until after the birth. I can barely climb the stairs in my own home.
I don’t know who you are unborn baby but I’m trying everything I can to meet you.