It happened and it was the WORST

Last night was an unfortunate first for me.

"Morning" sickness reared its ugly head around 9pm and I got sick. So much for being vomit-free-since-'93 (lies -- it's more like 2012, but I can't resist a good How I Met Your Mother reference).

Anyway, it was awful. It wasn't like your average hangover-sick where you feel nauseous for a minute, throw up and feel better. This was like the seventh circle of hell, if hell really had it out for pregnant ladies.

At first, my stomach churned. As I was sitting in the bathroom, I started getting dizzy. I broke out into a cold sweat. I couldn't see straight. I started shaking. I felt it coming. This collision of symptoms was almost worse than the act itself. It lasted painfully long. I wanted to die.

But I didn't die. I lurched. I was grossed out and uncomfortable and panicky and just a complete mess.

Then, when I thought it was over, I shakily stood up. It wasn't over though. Not yet.

When it was actually over, I didn't instantly feel better, which is a cruel, cruel joke. I knew my stomach still wasn't right. I stayed in the bathroom for 20 more minutes.

I finally managed to crawl into bed... very, very carefully. I just didn't want to move too quickly or disrupt anything going on in there. Even though I was trying to put myself to sleep, I was too uncomfortable to pass out that quickly. After about 90 minutes, I drifted off.

Today, I feel better, but I've been scared to go back on my eat-every-three-hours routine. I've been sipping a lot of water and managing to keep it down without any trouble, so that's a promising development. And, yes, I know one incident with morning sickness is nothing compared to what a lot of other women go through, but for me, it was the worst thing I've dealt with in this pregnancy so far. I'm 17 weeks now -- the time frame I keep hearing is when everything "gets better" -- so just cross your fingers that I'll have smooth(er) sailing from here on out.