12th
One bad apple
“Excuse me…excuse me,” I said loudly to nobody in particular as I clutched my head. “I’m dizzy I think I need to sit down.”
I don’t like standing on the train. On the best of non-pregnant days it makes me feel a little hot and dizzy, but right now it is definitely not the time to spend 15 minutes on a hot, stuffy train standing much too close to cranky strangers. After a few minutes on the ride to work this morning, it started to hit me. I grew cold and beads of sweat formed along my hairline and down my back. Everything turned very bright and then dark and my head spun like crazy.
The women around me moved and one lady announced that I was feeling sick and needed to sit down. A woman got up and let me have her seat and I sat there for a minute not really hearing or seeing anything but feeling like I might throw up at any second. When the train pulled up to my stop I wanted to stay put in the seat but instead forced myself up and hobbled out of the train and along the platform. I can only imagine that I looked drunk to the folks who saw me stumbling and zig-zagging up the stairs and down the corridor. The one-block walk to work from the train took what felt like forever and once on the elevator I could see that I’d turned an awful shade of gray. I made it to my desk, though, and after a few minutes the feeling finally passed.
Before getting on the train this morning I ate a small apple and think perhaps that was the culprit. Apples, oddly enough, seem to be my kryptonite lately. It was a cup of warm cider that caused me to throw up into a plastic bag in a cab ride home a couple weeks ago.
I told boyfriend about the incident over IM once I felt better, and he was completely mistified.
“What do you think it could be?” he asked me and proceeded to google apples and vomiting, and to tell me that he thinks I should stop eating to cores of my apples (I eat apples whole for th extra fiber).
I tried explaining that it was just all part of the pregnancy, but he seemed to want a better reason. He told me that I should go for a physical. I pointed out that I already had a physical a week ago—the same physical that determined that I was pregnant—but I think he’s still concerned that it’s something else. Something worse or bigger. As if there could be something bigger than making a person from scratch.
