of pregnancy. It basically means that your body is not going to make any sense for 10 months at the very least. I believed myself totally prepared for this: getting up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom, morning sickness, all day sickness, many other things not appropriate to really share on the blog. I've been through the whole nausea, morning/all day sickness thing and was pretty much over it by the 10th week of pregnancy. I was totally praising God everytime my meal stayed where it should and I could go about my normal business.
But really a cold/undiagnosed sinus infection is something I lived with about 5 times a year in Ohio, but for the pregnant Cara, it's a totally different story. Apparently, my body has decided that while it is sick, all foreign things that come into my body are deemed bad and must be immediately expelled from the nearest exit (mostly out of my mouth again, the same way it came in). This would include water, juice, vitamins, tylenol, benadryl, any form of food that is not bread and by bread I mean basic white bread, no buscuits, wheat bread, or rolls allowed. I've lived off of ginger ale (no Sprite or 7-up allowed either) and white toast for a week now, I've tried to eat other things thinking I was a little bit better to be sorely disappointed by the resulting cleaning that then needs to take place.
Adam jokingly asked me yesterday if I was trying to vomit in every room in our apartment. So far I have just about every room down. At least I have goals in life.