When I was about a month pregnant, we traveled to Greece for Christmas break. It should have been pure excitement, but I carried a constant fear and general anxiety of miscarrying. And then, out of nowhere, the nausea hit.
Suddenly, everything made me sick. I had no appetite. Imagine being in Greece—where I can normally enjoy everything (no peanuts to worry about, and for some reason gluten doesn’t bother me there)—and all I could stomach was plain pita bread. I was sipping Motion all day long just to keep the nausea at bay.
We spent time with family, but it was hard to hide what was going on. I couldn’t eat, I wasn’t drinking, and I had to dodge questions without revealing the real reason. Still, the trip was special. I got to see where my husband grew up, and I also experienced Greece in the winter—without tourists, quiet and beautiful in its own way. It felt like a once-in-a-lifetime glimpse into the country I love. (I’ll share more about that trip in a separate post soon.)
When we returned to the States, the “real” nausea set in. What I thought was bad in Greece turned out to be only the beginning. There were days I couldn’t get out of bed, and many where I threw up 15 times or more. And it didn’t end after the first trimester—it lasted my entire pregnancy. I was sick until the very week I gave birth.
It wasn’t the pregnancy glow people talk about—it was survival mode. But it was my journey. If you want the behind-the-scenes of all the weird pregnancy symptoms I went through, I’ve shared more on TikTok.
