That’s right. Ginger ale and saltines. I was out shopping for stuff to make spaghetti dinner yesterday. I walked to the back of the store near the butcher counter, they were cooking something that smelled so strong and vile it make me super ill. It was extra super fab to enjoy that smell combined with the perfume of raw meat. Not necessary run-for-the-hills grab-a-paper-bag queasy but “seasick with a touch of too many jalapeños” kind of queasy. Luckily I was able to high tail it to the front of the supermarket, where I was able to purchase some ginger ale (Vernor’s is the best!) and some plain crackers. I may keep a ziplock of crackers in my purse for such emergencies. Gah.
Two days earlier I was in a different supermarket and they had a huge display of apples for sale. All different types. Galas, fujis, honeycrisp, cameo, macintosh, tart green apples, etc. They were gorgeous and looked like the best of fall, but my nose? I could swear I smelled some of the bad apples in the crop. Totally bizarre. Most of my morning sickness reaction is just a fairly constant upset tummy, heartburn and hiccups from time to time. If I eat little meals, or drink milk I am usually OK but even now it feels like I need an alka seltzer.
I told MrBeep about my queasefest and he was very sad and worried. I laughed and tried to tell him that it’s a really good thing. Bring it on! But he just looked at me with those big blue eyes and crumpled up his mouth in sad concern. Husbands are wacky sometimes, but we sure love ‘em.