Five days after we officially moved in, my adrenaline rush finally wore off and I crashed. My energy was completely sapped. For five days I woke up between 5:30 and 6:30 in the morning. I finally took advantage of my free-er schedule and slept in until 10:00AM. Ooh mistake!! I woke up nauseated. I ate some scrambled eggs and went back to sleep because I felt really gross. I slept for the next three hours. When I woke up again I was still extremely nauseated. I ate a peanut butter sandwich with a glass of water but it didn’t help much and I spent the next few hours on the couch feeling miserable.
While I’m feeling drained and sick, nothing is being unpacked or organized. To add to my misery is a messy house with dirty dishes piling up and the sour smell of old food. I’m far too distracted by the persistent waves of nausea and chronic fatigue to unpack anything. Part of me is annoyed that nothing getting done and another part of me doesn’t care.
The nausea and fatigue continue into the next day which is really just a big blur, I remember eating, feeling gross, sleeping, and the incredibly uncomfortable heat in the bedrooms of our house. When I don’t feel nauseated, I don’t even think about it. But when I am nauseated, I feel like I’ve been nauseated forever and I’m longing for it to end but feel like it never will end. I’ve allowed my blood sugar to dip and haven’t been eating as regular as I need to in order to keep the nausea at bay. I need to do better but for now I’m just really nauseated. It’s the only thing occupying my mind right now.
A few days ago I was starting to thing that maybe my morning sickness phase had passed. Not so. It persists… and so does the the unorganized mess in our still unpacked house.