The ‘glam’ life as a mother continues as I now have what could only be called ‘extreme nausea’ in my second pregnancy.
This was planned, I knew what I was in for, and I feel incredibly blessed to be carrying our second child -but morning, afternoon, evening and all night sickness was not what I signed up for!

Not only am I suffering and working hard making eyelids, limbs, finger nails and all, but my husband is experiencing a lot of hard labour too.
His day starts with Milla shouting his name in the monitor. He makes her breakfast and delivers toast to my bedside table in between spooning Milla’s cereal. He then makes his own lunch, and rushes out the door as soon as I have managed to scrounge every last bit of energy to make myself vertical.

As Milla plays during the day, I make trips to the bathroom and when that dreaded pooey nappy arrives I have the bucket by the change mat ready and waiting. She thinks it’s hilarious. I rest when she sleeps. The house is left in total disarray.

When my husband comes home from work, he opens the door to a not so pleasant, not so smiling wife and there is certainly no dinner on the table…actually, the dinner never has quite made it to the table upon his return I must admit.
During the last few weeks I can’t even stand the smells of cooking, and certainly can’t even look at meat. So, on he trudges and cooks the family meal while I lay on the couch and quietly groan. The meal he slaves over ends up in the toilet a little while later even though I try so very hard to keep it down.

My dear hubby decided enough was enough and we both couldn’t suffer any longer. He did some research on the net and off he went to the shops.
He arrived home with what he called, ‘Chucking: The Survival Kit’. It contained ginger tea, ginger and lemon tea, gingernut biscuits, ginger tablets, ginger beer, sea/travel sickness wrist bands, and just for good measure, chocolate cake.

Unfortunately, none of the above eased the nausea one bit. In fact, I am pretty certain the ginger tea made matters just a whole lot worse. The chocolate cake did come quite close, but the ultimate cure quest would have to continue, or time would just have to pass.

I think back now at our wedding vows and am grateful they contained the commitment of ‘in sickness and in health’, because I just don’t know what I’d do without my wonderful husband, even if he did assist in getting me into this mess!

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