It seems like the only time we buy a new bucket around here is when I'm pregnant. I don't remember the bucket from my pregnancy with S. I tried really hard to block that out, LOL. With L. it was a pretty baby blue bucket that went with me everywhere. I have vivid memories of me and that bucket behind the Shipley's Donuts when taking S. to daycare one morning... ah, the memories.
This go around, the bucket is a really cheerful bright red. I think I'm growing attached to my bucket. This is a good thing since I spend more time with that bucket than with Mr. W. Poor guy. I don't snuggle up to him. He's been replaced by my shiny red companion.
There's just something special about the relationship between a girl and her barf bucket.
And I'll have you know I only had one communing session with the bucket while writing this post. I suppose it's good to still be sick, but if I'm going to lose this pregnancy, the least the pregnancy gods could do was spare me the constant vomitting. Especially after I decided a turkey pot pie sounded good for breakfast. Baaaaad idea...
God, these posts are breaking my heart! How long does it go on???
ReplyDeleteI remember thinking the same thing during my last pregnancy -- that if I were to miscarry it would be so freaking unfair that I had been so sick!
ReplyDeleteIt finally went away, the baby was/is fine, and I fervently wish the same for you!
On the bright side, the bucket means you're NEXT in the e.r., even passing pregnant moms. A pregnant lady WITH a bucket, I assume, would definitely pass everyone.
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