Thought I'd give you the last 3 months in pictures. At the time the picture were taken on various nights, it was 8pm, and I was trying to walk from the couch to my bed. I told her to "stop" in between vomits, but she said, "Show these to Jimmy when he wants to get cozy..."
This is what happens when you move...
This has been my spot for...months. Lovely complexion
This picture tells it like it is. It makes me cry.
This is too hard...
To change the mood:
Another HG sufferer sent me this jewel to make me laugh (and cry). I just had to share it. If you've had HG or have had to take care of me, you're are also laughing and crying.
You know you've had Hyperemesis Gravidarum if:
- IV's full of fluid dripping into your arm are a cause of joy and celebration
- for the first time in your life you actually WANT to gain weight
- you've nicknamed the toilet
- putting on only a shirt and brushing your teeth constitutes the bulk of your grooming on a GOOD day
- your leg hair is so long that its not scratchy anymore
- you choose foods based not on how they taste going down, but how they taste coming back up
- you feel an intense desire and longing to strangle whomever next tells you to eat a cracker (or other equally impossible thing)
- Puking under 10 times/day is a BIG accomplishment
- The pharmacist knows you by name and is also counting down your pregnancy.
- your neighbors are not surprised to see you puking/spitting in the bushes anymore after every car trip
- your husband strips his clothes off before coming in the door because you can smell him a mile away
- your sink is overflowing with "spit cups"
- thanks to zofran you can have one tiny little rabbit poo every 2weeks-and that is an accomplishment-and the reward comes with a tube of preparation H!
- There is a pillow and a blanket in your bathroom
- Your husband is no longer allowed to poop in "your" toilet
- You know you have HG when you can MULTITASK ! Magically you puke, pee, snot, and cry all at the same time ! Add this one to my resume.
The worst part about the above, is they aren't exaggerated. Mom and I both cried after laughing.
The bottom of my vomit bowl