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    I was pregnant after years of trying to get pregnant, and fertility treatments. It was a WANTED pregnancy. When the extreme nausea and vomiting set in though, I wanted to die to end it all. I read about burn victims being put into a medically-induced coma for weeks during treatment, and longed desperately for someone to do the same to me. I remember wanting to physically claw my way out of my own body because it had become an unspeakable, unrelenting torture prison. Words can not explain. I lost 15 pounds in 3 weeks. (I'm not someone who has 15 pounds to lose.) I wouldn't just throw up food, but I would throw up water. If I swallowed a bit of my own saliva, it would trigger me to throw it up. I couldn't drive to my own doctor's appointments, because as you can imagine it is difficult to steer while in the act of vomiting, and couldn't control or always even predict when it would happen.

    A lot of people told me I was being a whiner or being a baby about it. "Oh I threw up sometimes too, whatever, you have to just keep going on with your life. You're just making yourself feel bad by staying home all day!" People are clueless, even a lot of doctors.

    I'll never forget how low I felt after I threw up with no warning on myself and on the sidewalk outside a high-end store. I was sitting there on the cement, in a pile of my own vomit, and the first few people who passed me either pretended not to see or gave negative looks. I wasn't showing yet, and I probably wasn't very well groomed due to the toll it had taken on me, so maybe they thought I was drunk or something. My goodness, whole new empathy for the homeless and others who get those looks (or look-aways) every day. (Eternal love and gratitude for the man who finally stopped--didn't really do much, just looked me in the eyes when talking to me like a human being and helped me up, but dignity is a priceless gift when you have none.)

    Thank goodness due to my weight loss crossing some percent of body weight threshold, my doctor gave me Zofran that carried me through until it let up around the middle of the second trimester. I have a cousin who had it all 9 months for two pregnancies. No clue how she summoned the strength to do it again the second time.

    The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning, and inhibit clarity. --Calvin & Hobbes

    by reid fan on Tue Dec 04, 2012 at 10:06:57 PM PST

    •  This sounds like my story... (7+ / 0-)

      When finally pregnant after years of infertility, I was thrilled - and then the nausea hit.

      I think you may be right about the weight threashhold - I did have the weight to lose and the doctors weren't ready to give me anything but a normal nausea medicine (which didn't work at all).  It was like they thought I was losing the weight on purpose.

      I remember going into the doctor's office and insisting on an IV (and I hate needles) because it was the only thing that would allow me to drink water.  They kept acting like I was some primadonna or it was all in my head, even while I was being treated.  It pissed me off so much!  

      Mine never let up, but it was much less severe with my second child (I only threw up 4 or 5 times a day with him).  

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