Why did i quit my job?

You JUST found out you were pregnant! Can you survive without working? What about money? Can’t you just eat crackers in the morning and feel fine?

These are some of the questions I have been asked in the recent weeks since I put in my two week notice at a job I only worked at for 8 months. Was I scared? Absolutely! But do I have faith? That’s for sure!

I recently started experiencing the oh so awesome pregnancy perks.. morning sickness galore! This makes it nearly impossible for me to wake up in the morning with a smile on my face with a deep feeling of nausea as soon as my eyes open. I do however have the amazing opportunity to put on a fake smile for my now five year old munchkin to wake him up for his daily dose of school. For him, smiles are endless! After that is all accomplished, the nausea kicks in high speed. I get the daily advice from women and men who think they know my daily pain. Not that it’s not appreciated, because believe me when I say this… I DO NOT KNOW EVERYTHING. Wow, that was hard to admit. I do love hearing the advice, however what I do not like hearing are the constant crackers and juice remedies that only work for my five year old’s tummy. This little monster inside of me definitely doesn’t like the old wives tales and constant juice drinking.

Lately, my amazing one of a kind husband had been toasting me an english muffin with butter. That seems to do the trick most days. However, for other days that are much rougher and my taste buds are those of a dog.. I have to try the cracker eating and small sips of water to build the strength to physically get my body out of my bed. These days are the not so fun days that I will soon be coming up with a nickname for in the near future.

Today has been the first successful day of arriving to work. I have to say, I am extremely excited to become a “Stay at Home Mother” in 6 days.. but who’s counting. I want to make it clear that the reason I am leaving my job is not only because the monster in my belly that has been keeping me from functioning, but the stress my job’s position has been putting on me was getting to be unacceptable for my needs. We all have to look out for ourselves and take care of our bodies. Once you reach the point of stress controlling your life, you have to make a decision for not only yourself, but the loved ones around you. I know my worth and I also know what’s good for me. This seemed to be the best decision for my family and I as well as our new baby joining this world come October.
I promise my blog will be much more than ranting posts of my sick tummy and boring baby jabber. However, my main focus of all of this will be to reach out to all of you Hyperemesis Gravidarum SURVIVORS, as well as giving those who are not so familiar with the long medical termed name, a glimpse into our day to day lives throughout our baby baking journey’s of something close to misery *my opinion*.

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