For starters, I am not pregnant. Don’t go getting excited. But despite not being pregnant, last Wednesday I was morning-sick.
It snuck up on me, where I realized as I stood in the kitchen that I was experiencing that five-times-familiar uneasy-queasy feeling, accompanied by the mental miasma that makes it nearly impossible to think.
I recognized it and thought, “Okay, that’s odd,” because, as I said, I’m not pregnant. At the time, in fact, I was experiencing proof that I was not pregnant, and I wondered if maybe the hormonal situation was behind the nausea. I thought it weird, then put it out of my head. Maybe I was getting a tummy bug or something.
Ten minutes later, I returned to the kitchen, and again, the nausea, the maddening inability to focus my thoughts. What was going on?
(By the way, if you came here via google searching for a cure for morning sickness, there are a ton of them over at the midwife archives. I heartily recommend the ginger ale made with real ginger, although with Kiddo#3 I discovered that if I ate a Jeno’s pizza at 10:00AM, I wouldn’t get sick again until 3pm.)
The periods of nausea/mental fog persisted all morning, and eventually I narrowed it down to the kitchen, at which point I started hunting for a cause. Because morning sickness is one thing, and pregnancy is another thing, but it’s impossible to be pregnant only in the kitchen.
Within an hour, I’d found the cause: the baby had found my packet of raspberry iced-tea bags and opened the inner packet to the air; I could smell the raspberry tea leaves. I’m not sure I had raspberry iced-tea last summer. Meaning the last time I would have had it was summer, 2007. When I was first pregnant with Kiddo#4.
I cured my morning sickness, therefore, by putting away the raspberry tea bags.
It’s funny. But at the same time, it’s amazing how my sense of smell could trigger physical memories of which I was barely aware, an unconscious mental connection not made explicit but real nevertheless.