This morning I began to feel a little queasy in the car on the way to work. I thought, EH, it's nothing I can't handle. Just a little icky tummy. I figured I would get to work, eat something and feel bettter. I really felt no worse than I have from time to time for a week or so.
About the time I was walking from the parking garage to the building and was hit with some nasty gasoline fumes, I started to think maybe this was a LITTLE worse than usual. Then, it was the elevator that really did it. Must have been the motion or something. By the time I got my key in the lock of my office door I was literally LUNGING for the waste basket to puke my guts out right into the fresh new trash bag.
Luckily my co-worker I share the office with was out this morning. She is a nosy one and would have had something loud mouthed to say I am sure. Before she got in I managed to get past everyone to dispose of the nasty trash bag and freshen things up. Interestingly, once I had puked I was fine to eat breakfast, drink soda, whatever.
Now mind you, I have been secretly wishing for the vomits to come so I "know" things are going as they "should". I am starting to re-think that. I guess I need to eat before I leave the house and/or not take my prenatal vitamin on on empty stomach.
Anyone have any other suggestions? I mean other than drink ginger ale and eat crackers before you get out of bed. Something practical for someone who is not an early riser! :-)