So I called my OB this morning to get my Zofran prescription refilled, and told them “it’s not working this time around!”… come to find out, I’m only getting half the dose I need for some reason. They doubled up my prescription and I picked it up tonight — so hopefully I’ll be upright and not retching every few minutes starting this weekend.
And of course, that means I’ll be exercising again and eating better. The awful morning sickness tends to make me leery of going out of the house, and I’m ready to have that change immediately!
About this week: No exercise. Profound depression. No blogging. No writing. What did I do? I threw up all week long. When I wasn’t throwing up, I was retching and trying to keep from throwing up. And at one point I threw up so much and so violently that I blacked out. 
Last week’s totals: 3 days at the gym, all of them early in the week (Sun, Mon, Tues). I have such bad morning sickness, even though I’m taking the Zofran. Some days the pills work, and some days they seem to have no effect, leaving me feeling (w)retched. It’s like having a perpetual flu for months on end. Couple the nausea with the usual antepartum depression and it’s like my own personal cocktail of failure. This week, despite the great start, I felt increasingly bitter and petulant about being tired, nauseated, and depressed.
I’m a huge believer of simple-is-best when it comes to food in general. I buy organic when I can. I prepare things simply. 
Man. I only made it to the gym 3 days this week. I’ve had horrendous morning sickness despite the Zofran. The kids had a stomach thing last night and threw up EVERYTHING they’d eaten in the last 24 hours, or so it seemed. Is this where my “no excuses” slogan becomes “no excuses, barring stomach bugs and other acts of God”…?
