Princess Pukicheu (warning - very TMI)

Oh my sweet Lord.  To all those women who have morning sickness, all-day sickness, and/or all pregnancy sickness my heart and stomach go out to you.  Sadly this morning I fell victim to the vomits and it was not pretty or pleasent.  I have already made it very clear in a much earlier post that I DO NOT do vomit.  While I'm not one of those people who pukes at the sight or sound of someone else tossing their cookies, I would rather die than throw up.  I hope you sense the dramatization here.  The last time I lost my lunch was on my 26th birthday and that, I did to myself.  This morning was unwanted and unvoluntary.
I had to suffer through it so now you have to read about it.


Polenta - basically corn meal cakes



I have been trying to switch up my breakfasts lately because I am a very repetative eater.  I feel like I eat the same thing every day.  For breakfast lately it's been a cup of Honey Rice Chex cereal, a cup of almond milk, and sliced strawberries.  Today I decided to have a few slices of polenta cooked in olive oil and two pieces of whole wheat toast with jelly.  I park myself on the couch to have breakfast while I play on the internet and not five minutes after I had finished my last bite my heart started racing, mouth started watering, and I got instantly overheated.  "Oh shit!" I thought as I stood up and walked myself to the bathroom.  Normally I can "get over" the nautious feeling by laying down on the bathroom floor to get cool.  Not today my friends.  Within seven minutes of finishing breakfast I was on my knees praying to the porcelin gods and offering up a sacrafice of mushy polenta, ketchup, toast, jelly, and tears.  I'm one of those.  With each heave comes tears.  Not 'crying' tears, tears of upchucking forces causing all solids and liquids to seep or spew from my face.  It was God awful.  Not only that but I was originally hanging out in my robe and towel fresh from the shower.  Notice I said orginally.  I was reduced to a butt naked, pregnant, 30-year old woman hovering over the toilet and praying for her stomach to quickly empty. 

I don't appologize for being graphic and making you, most likely, picture things that you never wanted to picture but I feel that it is all necessary.  It is necessary because I am a very, extremely, thankfully, lucky pregnant woman.  I cannot imagine going through that disgustingness on a daily basis as many others do.  I can't imagine being afraid to eat because you don't know if the porclin gods will call you back for another sacrafice.  I'm also pretty positive that Baby T was not behind this act of cookie tossing.  When I get home from work I will be throwing away the polenta and fruit that I ate this morning.  I will not risk that nastiness again.

So now I sit here at work nibbling on some Nip-Cheese crackers and sipping on a Diet Coke praying that I don't have to make a mad dash out of the classroom.  So far, so good.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I was woken up at 5am by a heaving, upchucking grey beast. 

Wonder who that was?

**Update**
It is now noon and I have not had any recalls to the restroom!  I have successfully eaten a pack of Nip-Cheese crackers and am now having rice gumbo for lunch.  I do realize that all is not necessarily well yet.  As long as I make it through the day I will consider this mornings incident a fluke based on unhappy food choices.

**Second Update**
I think that I have found the pukicheu culprit.  When I got home from work I decided I was throwing everything that I ate this morning away in order to avoid another visit from the Exorcist.  While tossing everything that I had for breakfast I decided to do a close investigation.  To my surprise I found that when I dumped the container of polenta there was an obvious soury smell in the bottom.  AH HA!  At least I know that this won't be a reoccurring event (knock on wood).