It all began on what was supposed to be a joyful trip to Las Vegas, planned by my husband before I knew I was pregnant. I had recently embraced a vigorous exercise routine, hitting the gym four to five times a week. While my husband attended a conference, I had grand plans to hike at Red Rock Canyon. But fate had other ideas.
My doctor advised me to skip the hike. I was visibly downcast. “Have you started experiencing morning sickness yet?” she asked. I shook my head, feeling fine. She warned me that once the morning sickness kicked in, my interest in hiking would likely vanish. I shrugged it off, blissfully unaware of what lay ahead.
We arrived in sunny Nevada, stocked up on goodies from Trader Joe’s—avocados, cheese, and bread for sandwiches. All seemed perfect until the first full day of our trip.
With hiking off the table, I opted for shopping. Yet within half an hour of browsing the outlets, I felt weak, fatigued, and nauseous. I returned to the hotel to eat a cheese and avocado sandwich, but the nausea lingered. Even dining with my husband later offered no relief; I still felt queasy.
Breakfast at the hotel, dining on the Strip, even airport food—everything tasted wrong. The return flight became a nightmare as we hit severe turbulence, and I clutched a barf bag, certain I would lose it all, but somehow I didn’t. Once we landed, I vowed never to touch avocado or anything reminiscent of that trip again.
The nausea I experienced in Vegas was just the beginning. For months, food and my digestive system became my worst enemies. Sure, I had heard of morning sickness, but my understanding was limited to cinematic portrayals: a woman vomits once after learning she’s pregnant, and that’s it. I foolishly thought morning sickness only happened in the morning.
But nothing prepared me for the relentless nausea that haunted me day and night throughout my pregnancy. Every time I felt sick, I thought eating would help, only to find that food made things worse. The bad taste in my mouth was unending, prompting me to suck on candies or sip on drinks for temporary relief—yet it was all in vain.
Even when I didn’t eat, a burning nausea would plague me. I tried everything—ginger tea, ginger candies, pregnancy lollipops, and more. I even wore acupressure bracelets and sought acupuncture, but nothing worked. I turned to comfort foods like pizza, which tasted divine for a fleeting moment before the torment began again—my stomach would churn mercilessly.
Every food item—ice cream, salads, eggs, chicken—would lead me to experience multiple stomach pains simultaneously. I had heartburn, gas, bloating, and nausea all at once. Burping became my constant companion, and I felt perpetually on the verge of vomiting, but it never happened. Instead, I endured the misery of food trapped inside me.
The one time I did throw up was particularly harrowing. I was preparing for work, dealing with a head cold during my first trimester, when my stomach revolted. I leaned over the toilet, finally releasing what had been torturing me for weeks, but only bile came out. I sobbed there, feeling utterly defeated.
My husband found me and sat on the bathroom floor, comforting me as I cried, assuring me everything would be alright. In that moment, I realized that while food had betrayed me, my husband stood by me. I feared food would be forever tainted for me, especially since pregnancy limits what we can consume.
To all the women out there who are pregnant for the first time or hoping to be someday, I’m here to share the raw and unfiltered truth about morning sickness. It’s not pretty or fleeting, and in some cases, it doesn’t end after three months as many resources suggest. However, it is temporary—no matter how long it feels. Within just 24 hours of giving birth, I was able to enjoy food again, although it took months before I could face an avocado.
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In summary, my pregnancy was marked by a persistent battle with nausea that turned eating into a painful experience. While it tested my patience, I learned that this challenging phase was only temporary, and soon enough, I could relish the joy of food again.
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