22w5d: Blah blah blog

I really thought I was getting better, puke-wise. I thought maybe 22 weeks was my magic number. I attributed it to two things: (1) twins, so therefore 22 weeks of puking =11 weeks per baby, which is not excessive, so now that I've done an appropriate amount of time per child, my body realizes the debt is paid and we're even, and/or (2) rest. I'm still peeing 6-8 times a night and having a hard time going back to bed after each trip, and tossing and turning and strange-dreaming and hips-hurting and limbs-falling-asleep-ing, and harder and harder to heft my own bulk around...but when my husband leaves for work, I promptly fall back asleep. And then pee and sleep again, and wake up for real sometime after school drop-off but before morning recess (why yes, I do live across the street from an elementary school). I actually thought I'd developed the so-called "mask of pregnancy", but it turns out it was just sleep-deprivation causing the black raccoon guise. So I just might be the only pregnant woman who is actually getting enough sleep.

I spent most of today vomiting up bile. And then worrying that the effort I was expending by said vomiting, not to mention the contraction-like abdominal clenching would hurt my cervix. And sending my husband text messages along the lines of, "If they can save me or the babies, you pick the babies" and "your cat is chattering at my dry heaves, I do not approve, you owe me a puppy".

Being this sick truly, truly sucks. And yet I hope to be this sick till February, at least, because that would mean my boys are still inside.