Thoughts of Our Honeymoon Make Me Gag

Memories of our honeymoon make me nauseous. Literally. Reminiscing about it makes me want to vomit. Never again will I eat Thai food, and I loved it dearly once. I almost can't look at the words 'Thai food' without gagging.

Morning sickness hit me hard in Phuket and continued on through the rest of our journey until we returned to home soil. For that reason, I will forever be grossed out talking about my time in Thailand.

When pregnant the senses are heightened. Being in Thailand is sensory overload for the average human. A human growing another mini human should not go to Thailand... Lesson learned!

Already extreme scents of trash and sewers in 30+ degree weather becomes magnified ten fold. Sea sickness from rocky trips aboard the world's least sturdy vessels where 1 out of every 5 people on board were leaning over the sides throwing up sent me to bed for at least 24 hours upon reaching the shore. The only thing that calmed my queasy stomach was being in the water (certainly not ON the water) whether in the cooler swimming pool or the warm ocean. That and bread. For some reason I needed bread desperately (something I don't normally care for).

I was that "Farang" ordering Western Food at the traditional Thai cafe and insulting everyone around me, simply because I needed some normalcy. Yes, I felt ashamed but my body needed something familiar to keep down and I wasn't going to perpetuate things by not obliging or eating another damn pepper.

I'm going to give it a few years and first try walking past a Thai restaurant without quickly averting my eyes and thinking "happy thoughts" of anything but the food inside the walls. Maybe then, just maybe, I can enjoy the memories of our honeymoon and my favourite Thai dishes once again.