Despite being off the progesterone for two days now, it seems that my HCG continues to rise, and that this morning sickness just won’t quit.
Let me paint you a picture:
Wake up. Take my Synthroid with a full glass of water. Smell the faint trace of chlorination in the water, gag a little.
Dry heave. (I must be hungry).
Go to the kitchen, with intentions to make a healthy breakfast. Open the fridge to find inspiration. Become overwhelmed by the variety of potential aromas.
Dry heave, grab the gluten-free cupcake box, and slam the fridge door closed.
Decide to make a Non-Oprah chai tea latte to go with my salted caramel apple cupcake (since I have been depriving myself of caffeine since the beginning of this FET). Open the carton of lactose-free milk, imagine the musk of the udder that it was milked from, nearly hurl. Continue to steep tea and steam milk anyway.
Bring my latte and cupcake outside to encourage the forced eating process a little bit. Split the cupcake in half to sandwich the icing. Lick my fingers that are covered in icing, taste too much coconut oil in the icing, almost hurl.
Scrape off icing and eat cupcake like it’s a muffin. Accidentally drop crumbs on the ground so that there is less volume for me to eat. (Dogs circling like sharks). Take so long to eat it that I am able to watch the melting of the vegan buttercream icing into a sloppy mess.
Chug my latte while pinching my nose closed.
I don’t know if I can wait for this miscarriage to happen on its own. These symptoms plague me, and are not the happy reassurance that they once were.
Now, excuse me while I puke.