about my evening commute that is making me so sick.

Today, for the third time this week I have vomited after my commute. I feel that I have explored the wide-range of locations available to vomit, I have chosen a favorite. And now, I am ready to be done with it.

Today was a low moment, it was my first vomit-in-public. Shortly after getting off the train and beginning to walk home, the urge came, it was an urge I couldn’t fight and so I scurried over to the nearest drainage ditch where I was able to, somewhat discreetly, toss my cookies. High class!

I am really hoping that this blog doesn’t degrade into “Danielle’s Adventures in Vomiting” because that would be really sad. I hope that I have other, more exciting, tales of pregnancy to share soon. For now, it is just the sick. I am getting a little bigger and wider, too. Some of my other symptoms are starting to go away, thankfully, like the frequent urination (this is supposed to happen towards the end of the first trimester as the uterus moves up and out of the pelvic cavity).

And, thankfully, I have started liking ice cream again. What a relief!