Failure?!?

Or it is success?!?  Either way you look at it, I'm on Phenergan again...  I was hoping that I would not need to be medicated this time around...  That I would be able to simply enjoy the state of incubation...  To have not a care and to daydream about Boogie holding hands and cuddling up with the baby during all of my free time (HA!  what is that, anyway?)...  But, alas, it was not meant to be...  This weekend, though, I went through an amazing tailspin...  I ended up white as a sheet, barely-more-than-horizontal, and daydreaming about the ability to nibble on some tasty grapes without feeling like I was only biding my time until I took up my worship of the porcelain goddess once again...  Instead of being stupid and torturing myself, I decided to call the doctor's office before things got completely out of control...  After my first pregnancy, during which I tried to wean myself off of the Phenergan way too many times, I got pretty good at recognizing the systematic return to a state of full-on hyperemesis...  I figured that reaching the point of being couch-ridden, pale as a sheet, and ready to puke, meant "it was time"...  Immediately after receiving confirmation that my prescription was being called in to the pharmacy, my body decided to celebrate by taking me all the way to the next level...  Yay!  (And, no, I do not really think puking is at all fun)...  I am so thankful that I live in a time and a place where I am able to get a prescription to help my body retain food and water so that I can nourish my unborn child...  As much as my mom and sister like to harp on me about how "lucky" I am to have the choice of taking this prescription, and try to make me feel guilty that they had to put up with their morning sickness all nine months, I am thankful that they never had to experience the extreme sickness that is hyperemesis...  I try to be as polite as possible, to recognize that I am very thankful for the medical professionals from whom I receive my medication, and to move on before I slap them for thinking their doctor would not help them if they had it even close to as bad as me...  I am also thankful that my husband is supportive enough to encourage me to take this medication instead of being like some guys who think I am just wimping out where other women have proven themselves more capable...  Yeah...  As the eloquently-spoken Rachel Green once said, "No uterus, no opinion!"  Later days...