The morning sickness is in full effect morning, noon, and night. On my way to work I almost hurled right on Second Ave. I ended up dry heaving and spitting while Johnny sang the Rocky theme song to me through the phone.
I ate a whole box of crackers today. I had people in and out of my office all day while I sipped herbal tea, gulped San Pellegrino and ate cracker after cracker. My waistbands are getting tighter and tighter. I see my belly. Johnny sees it too. So far no one else has seen it.
Seven weeks in to the second time around, I think the nausea is mostly mental. Not entirely. Hot and crowded subway cars are bad. Wearing a scarf knotted around my neck made me come close to yakking today from the pressure it put on my throat. I made a vegetable soup that smelled like rotted sewage. I feel it in waves and there are definitely things that make it worse, but it's always worse just when I think about it. I only have to say "morning sickness" to myself, or "I feel gross" or "I don't want to take my vitamins" or "first trimester," and I am gagging. When Johnny sings Rocky to me or Thora smiles at me or I get wrapped up in my work, the waves are tempered and I am fine.
I broke down and ordered sea bands today. I hope they come soon.