My morning (all day) sickness has been so bad this week that I have barely left the house. Barely left the sofa, to be honest. Yesterday I was feeling pretty down about it. Mark bought a new bike, and he tried out our new bike seat with the kids. As they rode away, I started bawling. Partly because I’m hormonal. But partly because it’s been weeks since I’ve been able to do something fun with my family. I feel like I am missing out, and I’m feeling a little sorry for myself.
Tonight I finally got out for a bit. I was feeling alright, so I decided we should go to dinner. We went to Red Robin, because I had an insane craving for their ranch dressing. All was going well, until I glanced over at Jafta, who was dipping his french fries in ranch. He had ranch all over his face, dripping from his mouth. Ewww. Suddenly I couldn’t touch one more bite of my ranch-doused salad. When you are pregnant, that’s all it takes. One little visual to turn the stomach. I was done.
After our meal, I was exhausted, and Mark took the kids into the game room while I sat down at the front of the restaurant. I was wearing flip-flops, an old hippie skirt, and a ratty crocheted sweater. My hair is a mess because I don’t have the energy to fix it. I was soooo tired and queasy, so I just kind of leaned back. Not totally reclining – just resting my head a bit. So one of the employees approaches me and said, “Ma’am, can I help you with something?”
I’m pretty sure he thought I was a homeless person.