In my first pregnancy I was diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum (HG); essentially very severe morning sickness. Unlike some women, I have never needed to be hospitalized for this, but I have become severely dehydrated a few times and had to go in and receive IV fluids.
I've got five kids in spite of this. I refuse to let my life and reproductive choices be ruined by HG. I've always taken the viewpoint that it's a tiny bit of my life, and a tinier bit of theirs.
It's worth it, in other words, to get a baby at the end.
The HG is no better this time around. If anything, it's been worse. And I'm going through it, and I'm not going to get a baby at the end.
What the hell am I doing this for?
Really, I can understand the women who choose not to continue their pregnancy if there's not going to be a live baby at the end of it. It's actually a lot of time and effort and pain to put into something futile.
I'm not sure why I'm here, other than it's the right thing to do.
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