Note to self: Do not whine to your blog about how your pregnancy symptoms seem less severe today, lest you end up hurling bile into the faculty toilet while your lunch heats up.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have finally encountered that lovely prenatal rite of passage: I threw up. At work.
I think I may have mentioned before that I’m not prone to vomiting; I think I’ve probably thrown up twice in my adult life, before today. Today’s adventure in regurgitation reminded me of a very unpleasant fact: Due to my lovely large (and inter-connected) sinuses, I am a lousy vomiter. When I throw up, my nose and tear ducts feel the need to get in on the action. I’d like to believe that everyone experiences this to one degree or another, but I know I’m more prone to crappy stuff like this than the average bear. (I wrote about my freakishness several years ago, if you’re interested in the KB Sideshow; you’ll notice therein that today’s fun was a replay of past experiences.)
I’ve heard stories about pregnant ladies who can discretely disgorge, puking politely and quietly into the nearest receptacle and then calmly carrying on with their day. Friends, let me just share with you my sincere hope that no one walked past the faculty bathroom at about 12:30 today — or if they did, that they came to the logical conclusion that someone was bludgeoning a goat in there. These were not human noises.
Having survived my first (and hey, I’d be COMPLETELY OKAY if this were the last) physical manifestation of “morning sickness,” I then had to return to my teaching job with bloodshot eyes, flushed cheeks, a throat scorched with stomach acid, and a garbage can close at hand. Thank goodness I keep a toothbrush at school.
And after school: free flu shot clinic. Today is just totally an awesome day.