She Shells Sea Bands By the She Shore

For many women, the wonderful news of finding out that you're pregnant comes with the terrible news that you're going to feel nauseous for the next three to four months.  I was hoping to dodge that bullet since my mom claims that she never got morning sickness with any of her pregnancies.  Unfortunately, I read in my pregnancy books that people who get motion sickness (Hi, I'm the girl who threw up on every car trip I ever took) tend to get morning sickness.  Come on, genetics! 

Well, I didn't get sick...until about week eleven.  Then there was week twelve.  Early this week I felt so bad that I told Jeffrey I gave up on pregnancy.  (He tells me that's not possible.)  Just when things seemed the most bleak (I was actually resting my head on the toilet seat without any thought to what had gone before me there), I heard of a magical cure for nausea called "Sea Bands."

Originally made for sea sickness (hence the name), these bands work by acupressure to relieve upset stomach.  A small plastic piece in a little wrist band puts pressure on your arm and relieves your symptoms by...um....magic?

I'll admit, I was skeptical at first.  Actually, I'll admit that my first thought upon buying these bands was:  "$12.95?!?  I could have MADE these out of hair ties and buttons!"

About 30 minutes after I strapped those babies onto my wrists, though, I was a believer.  These things are a miracle!  Where were these bands when my family was driving to Colorado again for the yearly ski trip, up the winding roads of Leadville, watching me lose my snack (Sixlets purchased at a gas station don't count as lunch) in the backseat?

The only drawback?  I look like a real dweeb walking around everywhere wearing Sea Bands.  Mostly because they look EXACTLY like sweatband wristbands.  Think jazzercise, y'all.  That's me right now (minus the uni-tard).  All the time. 

This new fashion statement comes at an especially inopportune time because this week is our mock licensing exam at school.  Everyone's been really nervous about the tests.  And I've looked like I'm so nervous that I require sweatbands on my wrists to handle my anxiety.

The truth is, though, I feel so much better with them on that I'd wear twelve of them on my forehead if it meant fewer face-to-face meetings with the porcelain throne.  (I don't have a lot of dignity left.)

Sea Bands.  Just do it.