Pretty sure my little bundle of joy will be the death of me

I'm now about seven months pregnant and still sick and throwing up all the time. Sometimes I make dumb choices that contribute to the throwing up like eating a burrito that work bought for everyone for lunch and dinner because sometimes it just tastes so good to eat something besides white bread and cheese which you know you won't throw up. I knew I wasn't making the wisest choice when I ate it, I mean really who eats a red sauce cheesy meaty burrito which would probably make somebody throw up on a normal day when you know you get heartburn and are sick and vomiting all the time?? Well I did, I guess I wanted a sense of normalcy again. Did I also mention I ate leftover breakfast burrito for morning snack? Ya horrible combination choices. Anyway I felt sick all night. Wait let me rephrase, sickER all night so I finally just went to bed which is usually my solution of choice when I feel sick at night because what better way to deal with it than sleep it into oblivion. At about two AM I woke up with horrible pain in my upper abdomen like I did a few weeks ago and I knew the only solution that made it go away last time was to throw up. I decided not to eat this time because last time that backfired on me so I decided to just throw up and go to bed. That's right, you read that right, I decided to throw up and did it because I literally can decide I want to throw up and do it. No fingers down the throat, no gagging yourself or anything I can just do it on command. Unfortunately this didnt help me and when I realized that miraculously the burrito was still in my tummy 8 hours later and it was going to be a horrible throw up I stopped and went to bed intending to sleep it off. At 4 AM I woke up again still in pain so I decided to just get it over with. While throwing up my baby started kicking me and I thought "seriously little dude this is literally the definition of kicking a man when he's down" I found myself quite hilarious at 4 AM and it's maybe not so funny now :). This time I felt better so I went back to bed. Then I woke up at 7 AM with a leg cramp from hell in both legs. As I was writhing and moaning in bed I thought who the hell would voluntarily do this to themselves! Then when it stopped I felt my little guy kick and I remembered I really do love my baby and he's pretty great. He just might be the end of me, but I like him and I'm glad he's here to stay in just a few months. I am truely grateful to be pregnant, even if it sucks a big one!