Dinner is not a Winner...
Morning sickness in the southern hemisphere seems to make an appearance after dark. Particularly after the evening meal. To combat this I have placed a self imposed ban on dinner.
....however last night I was a guest at my SIL's. She is a fabulous cook. It made "not eating" impossible.
At first I was sensible. Just a little grazing on salad. A few morsels of chicken. A light drizzle of Dijon. All was well with the world.
But.
Then.
...She rocked out with dessert.
A tray of individual, mini Pavlova's. What the hell? I don't even like Pavlova I told myself as I devoured the fluffy foe. No sooner had I dusted Meringue off my lips when my stomach sniggered "Sucker!!" Uh-oh.
....however last night I was a guest at my SIL's. She is a fabulous cook. It made "not eating" impossible.
At first I was sensible. Just a little grazing on salad. A few morsels of chicken. A light drizzle of Dijon. All was well with the world.
But.
Then.
...She rocked out with dessert.
A tray of individual, mini Pavlova's. What the hell? I don't even like Pavlova I told myself as I devoured the fluffy foe. No sooner had I dusted Meringue off my lips when my stomach sniggered "Sucker!!" Uh-oh.
The car ride home was comfortable for about 25 seconds. The more I bounced around in the passenger seat the worse my stomach churned. Hurtling along the freeway I threw a wild look to my husband and choked "Ohhh...I think....I'm gonna...be.... (picture me desperately rummaging through my purse for a tissue...a napkin..!) SICK!
..In the nick of time I found a stray paper giftbag and, well, filled it.
"I spewed on my sleeve" I told Peter. I was much prouder than I ought be. Oh, Pavlova. Wretched Pavlova. Curse you, in six seasonal fruity flavours.
..In the nick of time I found a stray paper giftbag and, well, filled it.
"I spewed on my sleeve" I told Peter. I was much prouder than I ought be. Oh, Pavlova. Wretched Pavlova. Curse you, in six seasonal fruity flavours.
posted by Mony @ 15.5.07
13 Comments:
Ahh, the Last Temptation of Pav ....so soft ... so fruity ... can't resist ...
xoxo
Ah, yes. Pavolva, yummy.
Bet it was worth the chuck........
Oh no! That sucks. I hope that the nausea subsides soon.
OMG!!! now thats the sort of story you are going to enjoy telling the little one someday. :))
I wonder how the bulimics do it? I hate to vomit. Blech.
Evening sickness sounds like a nuisance. Hopefully it will pass soon.
I'm not in the southern hemisphere, but I do live in the south... maybe that's why my 'morning' sickness runs in the late afternoon through the evening and night. Mornings are fine though. I'm a little worried because I haven't been nauseous much lately - it used to be every day! I know, I'm nuts - who wants to be nauseous?! It's just a very reassuring symptom.
Hope you are able to resist further temptation and save yourself some retching!
I laughed out loud at your statement "I was much prouder than I should have been". It's so true.. in the beginning, even the disgusting symptoms bring us joy. Hope your evening sickness stays managable.
So much more sophisticated to puke because of morningsickness than of booze don't you think?!
aww...I am sorry. Next time there is dessery around, just save it for ME! ;)
oh poor you. yucky!
oh I almost felt that feeling with you. At least you enjoyed it while it lasted. :) (and of course I will always take dessert off your hands!!)
I have no idea why they call it morning sickness, I didn't eat diner during the first trimester either.
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