Friday, 24 April 2009

Crazy Evening

I was in the middle of peeling potatoes last night when Solicitor arrived home from work. He normally loosens his tie and casually shrugs out of his jacket before walking about the house in search of me, so it was a bit of a surprise when he stalked into the kitchen, slamming the door open.

My hand slipped and I accidentally cut the palm of my hand with the knife.

"Hi honey, why don't you try that again. Maybe next time I'll sever my wrist." I sarcastically drawled. The cut was pretty minimal but it stung like hell.

"Sorry. I need to talk to you."

I silently held my bleeding hand under cold water. Whatever he had to say could wait a couple of minutes. I was still pretty angry with him for blowing up about the meeting in Riyadh.


"Yes, I'm coming! Give me a second to stop my hand from bleeding will you."

He stalked out of the kitchen. There was definitely something bothering him. I pressed a sheet of kitchen town into my hand and followed him into the living room.

"What's up?" I asked casually.

The cat chose that moment to spring up onto Solicitor's arm. Solicitor instinctively shook his arm free and sent the cat flying off.

"What the hell is wrong with the cat?!"

Oh yeah. I forgot.

"I haven't fed her."

"What? Why?"

"I can't open her tin of cat food without puking." I explained. It's such an odd feeling. As soon as I get a whiff of her food, my body seems to go into hyper rejection. "So what did you want to talk about?"

The cat trotted back to Solicitor and rubbed her face against his ankle. She moaned and yelped desperately.

The fire alarm suddenly shrilled loudly. Crap! The grill!

I ran towards the kitchen and pulled open the door. The smoke from the grill fogged the room in a haze and the smell hit me like a bullet. I turned and smacked straight into Solicitor.

"I'm going to be sick!" I moaned.

I knew I wouldn't make the bathroom so I turned and swiftly unlocked the back door. I ran towards across the patio and coughed into the flower bed. I felt so weak and tired and so damn pissed off that I couldn't control it.

Solicitor joined me a few minutes later with a cool wet towel. He pressed it against my forehead and I leaned back on him. So tried.

"I've thrown dinner out. I guess we'll be ordering in tonight." He kissed the top of my head. "You okay?"

He helped me back into the house and up to the bathroom. The nice thing about Solicitor is that he knows what to do to make me feel better. He always has. He switched the shower onto a cooler setting and left me alone.

An hour later, feeling much better, I found him sitting on the sofa watching television.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked as I snuggled up to him.

The doorbell rang. I pulled my robe tightly around my body. Who could that-

"Pizza." Solicitor sprang up and reached for his wallet.

The smell of pepperoni made my stomach churn. Before Solicitor had even brought the boxes into the living room, I bolted up to the bathroom.

Isn't morning sickness supposed to be in the morning?!

I couldn't make it back downstairs. I cleaned my teeth for the thousandth time and crawled into bed. I pretty much fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Hours later I was woken by Solicitor slipping into bed beside me. I snuggled up to him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "What did you want to talk about?"

He kissed me head.

"It doesn't matter. Go to sleep and we'll talk tomorrow."

"Is it bad?" I asked, suddenly worried.

"No babe. It's not bad."

"Is it about Riyadh?" I asked hopefully.


"Tell me."

"We'll talk tomorrow."

I wonder what it is. I've been bouncing about all day today. I've called him seven times and I've sent him a few emails (about fifteen). He's not letting on. Maybe he's found a cure for morning sickness! I would love him forever if he did.


Cocaine Princess said...

I'm sorry for your morning sickness Elise, unforunately I don't have any advice to offer.

Whatever solicitor has to tell you, my fingers are crossed in hoping it's all GOOD NEWS.
Post quickly I'm anxious to know what he has to say!

Have a lovely weekend with solicitor.

Slyde said...

hoping its some good news, too....

Kitty said...

Ginger is your best friend - as it was mine when I was in your situation - ginger biscuits, ginger ale (especially made into ice cubes and then suck the ice cubes), ginger tea (grate fresh ginger into a cup, pour over boiled water, add honey to taste. So yummy I still drink it today. Crystallised ginger to much on is good too.

I couldn't 'do' cat food either - that's the point at which I started buying dried cat food - I suggest you do the same ;-)

Have a lovely weekend. x

The Drifter said...

Thank You for commenting. I appreciate the lovely compliment.

TC said...

Just found your blog, GREAT. I didn't have much morning sickness but it does pass. Hope whatever the solicitor has to tell you is wonderful news!

Bina said...

Honey, I threw up all day long for the first 6 months of my first pregnancy. finally for the 3rd and 4th pregnancy, I got that medicine that helps with sickness, and thank God it worked.

Hmmm, I'm dying to know what he wanted to talk about. Hope it's not bad, cause that is the first thing I would think of. I'm so paranoid.

Malach the Merciless said...

Wow, way to torture the pregnant lady . . I am surprised he is still alive.

Natasha said...

Poor you! I remember feeling so sick with Amelie and Hanna but with both of them it miraculously passed at about 16 weeks. In the meantime I suggest not doing something you like too much when feeling sick!

I used to watch a programme on TV when I was sick with Hanna and now when I see that programme all the old feelings of morning sickness comes back to me!

And oh the suspense is killing me!

presious said...

you poor baby! You tried so hard to be there for him :(.

Morning sickness is the blues, girl. I had it for most of my first pregnancy. Go with whatever you are craving or whatever you feel at that moment. It is different for everyone. I know people say crackers, toast, lemons, pickles, whatever. There is no one remedy. What worked today might not work tomorrow. Go with "your" flow.

Experiment with what you feel and go from there. When you are having a good moment, think back to the situation and what might make you feel better.

Solicitor is such a good man. You really have a gem, a diamond. That is half the battle right there, being there for each other.

I hope the news is good news. Don't forget to share it with us!...:)