Dumping Syndrome

First of all...the term "dumping syndrome" is just disgusting. Can't they call it something else?

So today, while running errands, we went out to dinner at Chik-Fil-A.  I got a small bowl of their chicken noodle soup and ate about half. I was almost full and all was well.  Then I ate two small bites of my daughter's chocolate chip cookie.  No bueno.

About 20 minutes later, in Target, it started.  I was sweating, heart racing, extreme abdominal pain.  It was awful.I ran to the ladies room, which was packed with women, waited for a stall and threw up like no body's business.  It was so embarrassing. 

And, just like the Grinch, 'I thought up a lie and I thought it up quick'.  As I emerged from the stall, pale and haggard, all eyes were on me and I apologized and explained that I was pregnant.  

I know, I'm lame.

It took a few hours to feel better and now I have been given a gift. The gift of dumping.  I know now what the cost is of stepping too close to that line.  That even two small bites of a cookie, at this early point, can do me in.  I hope to never experience that again.