Mentally dealing with the chronic nausea of pregnancy
***POSTSCRIPT NOTE AT TIME OF POSTING: I wrote this in the thick of first trimester nausea. It probably sounds a little depressed. But don’t worry, I’m doing better now!*** I have never been this sick in my life. Or, rather, I’ve been sicker in the acute sense (food poisoning in Baja, perhaps, or meningitis - with 105°F fever - during my freshman year in college, those were both pretty bad), but never for this long. As of the time of writing, I have felt like dying for 37 days, 12 hours, and 42 minutes (not exaggerating). Without reprieve. While feeling this sick, I have installed and removed lots of pitfall traps and lines in scorching heat, driven about 10,000km in a car that smelled like rotting things and rubber, flown for 30 hours straight, cooked food and cleaned dishes, acted “normal” around my work colleagues (I think), grocery shopped (oh dear god, the meat counter, how large and far-reaching you doth seem...), and walked (zombie-shuffled?...
