Have you met Lois? Man, her posts are funny. You'll agree with me that these days, with Iran looking inevitable and, gulp, a potential female president in our future, we could all use some more humor. You know who you are.
As I was enjoying the wit of Lois the other day, I noticed on her side bar that she had me linked as "See Jane Puke." Did that ever get a chuckle out of me. A chuckle and then awake up call because now I am insecure. Have I complained too much? Not enough? Just right?
Anyway, if Lois is reading my blog just to hear about my pukiness than I think I owe it to her to announce the following news:
This morning I did in fact puke.
For those of you at home with tallies, this was my first time at pregnancy puking. And it happened so fast. I went to feed Ralph and then, (how could I help this next line?) I actually ralphed myself. Conveniently I aimed at one of Ralph's dig holes in the backyard. Only Ralph thought I was serving him a second breakfast . . . worm style.
You know what? It wasn't actually half bad. I've had many, many, many opportunities to vomit in the past few months and I've talked myself out of each one (Tahiti if you'll recall.) All it took was one time and now I am over my fear of the disgorge.
Thanks Lois for holding my hand on this one. You always were a good neighbor.
And your husband's art is my favorite.
October 26, 2007
A Date To Remember
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*slow clap*
To tell you the truth, I got kind of used to it during my last pregnancy. Throwing up was kind of like breathing (only not at all.)
I have been wondering if Ralph would be included with a post about Ralphing. Did you realize that you and the Jolly Porter both had people named Lois in your posts this week? Your Lois is hilarious. Thanks for the link.
I love Lois. I'm glad you also sent her some linking love. I did not know you were neighbors. Cool!
Oh, I can tell that Lois' blog will be a favorite of mine, she.is.funny!
Sorry about the ralphing.
CW, we were neighbors once. I am a big fan of hers. I didn't know she had a blog until I saw it on your blog. So, as always, thanks for the heads up.
I'm 24 weeks and was really sick up until 18.5 weeks and I fought the puking for SO LONG (deeeep breaths, small sips of cold water, ginger cookies) until one day I was driving along and there was just no stopping it (good thing I had a bag handy). After that I just puked whenever I felt like it. The first puke is the hardest, apparently. Once you get over the hump, it's easy!
It's ok to complain, by the way. Feeling pukey while pregnant when life should be sunshine and rainbows just sucks. I totally milked it. It got me foot rubs, midnight glasses of juice, and time off work.
Also, just so you know, if you drink orange juice, everything you puke will just take like orange juice. There's something to be said for that.
I actually feel much better after a good puke fest when I'm pregnant. That is until 3 hours later when it happens again.
For the record, I enjoy hearing about your pregnant pukies. Not that I actually get ENJOYMENT out of hearing about it....oh you know what I mean...right?
I love a good puking story.
One of the defining moments in my marriage was watching my husband hurl all over our table at a local Indian restaurant. I just kept eating and then went and got dessert (hey, it was an all you can eat buffet!). I figured that after that, I could handle anything. Oh, poor GEO and her husband were there, too.
Thanks for the shout out for my blog and plug for "Nigel's" art work!
My favorite memory of our "neighborliness" was standing in line together to vote at that car dealership. Who votes at a car dealership?
From a talented pregnancy puker, be sure and brush your teeth when you puke and try to get some of the enamel replacer mouthwash. It was the worst thing to happen to my teeth! Good luck!
cjane, i'm glad you're posting again. we cyber stalkers worry you know. And...i love lady Lois and her husband's art is fabulous! and i need to ask "Nigel" why he isn't using his real name.
I knew it would just be a matter of time until we ran into each other at Target.
Don't fight the puke...let it out (you'll feel much better...) Please tell me your dog didn't lunch on it??!
Wow cjane!
That is so great that you have overcome one of your fears. I have only ralphed a handful of times in my life due to mental strength. The last time was like your ralph experience. I didn't have a choice.
It's was KFC, I will never it there again!
pjb
Actually, PLEASE keep posting about your pukiness. It makes those of us who can relate feel better. So, no blogger insecurities for you!
Thanks for the plug Jane. I thought the world of Lois from the moment I met her because she IS the funniest woman I've ever known. For those of you wondering if a post would ever contain my artwork AND the word puke...
I barf (blow chunks, hurl, puke, holler New York, talk to Ralph on the big white telephone) whenever I eat KFC, too.
so sorry, friend. i love your new look-- you've gone completely professional now.
"Talk to Ralph on the big white telephone"?
That's a new one. I love it!
Hope you feel better soon, c jane.
This is, I believe, the first ever comment I have made on your blog. I am scared, nervous, excited and anxious all in one. Ever since we first met, I knew I liked you. And then you were ~j's goodest friend and I knew I still liked you. Now I read your blog and my like has grown to love. I'm glad you got to throw-up.
I was a on date with my erstwhile BYU 3rd Year Law Student boyfriend (no names please) when he threw up all over me. I believe in some countries that is as good as a proposal, however he didn't see it that way, and moved to Los Angeles to practice grumpy law without me since I refused to move with him without a commitment beyond vomit between us.
I found out this year that he is gay. Coincidence? I think NOT! :)
Like grown into love? This is beautiful thanks Mo and Jayme.
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