No, really.
I'm 6 weeks and 2 days pregnant, and the nausea/morning sickness has hit in full force. I know this is just an old wives' tale, but I secretly hope the fact that I feel this awful means it's a girl. Not that I wouldn't love a boy (we definitely want both), but I always imagined having a girl first.
Anyway, I have woken up and fallen asleep feeling quite nauseous the past few days. Thursday & Friday I had some rough bouts of nausea at work, but I persevered. Yesterday wasn't horrible, although after dinner it got pretty bad again. Today, it is just not going away. J made me scrambled eggs & toast earlier, which I choked down. I then took my vitamins with some juice and that was a mistake. I should have waited until I was feeling better, or for night/nap time. I have been nimbling saltines and sipping gingerale ever since. Roughly 2 hours later... I kind of want to die. (and throw up. please.)
So this is not pleasant. You are lucky I love you so much already, little baby, because this is really, really miserable and I'm supposed to get my hair done in an hour. I was really looking forward to that, as it's been almost 6 months, but now... not so much.
In case you have never experienced it, let me tell you what morning sickness feels like. It feels like one of those really bad hangovers where you are sick as a dog the next day. The fun part, though, is (in my case) you haven't had anything to drink in 2 weeks (or more)! Waves of nausea, perhaps actually getting sick soon, feeling weak, dehydrated, and with a dull headache, but somehow also craving greasy food. Yup, being pregnant is like being hungover, all the time, minus the fun the night before. If that hangover made me feel "old" that last time I experienced one, now I REALLY feel old.
So I'm going to go hang out by the toilet now. Wish me luck on making it to that hair appointment.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
5 weeks, 5 days (or so)
Today I am starting my version of a pregnancy blog. It won't really be "published" for quite some time, as right now this little baby is a big secret, but I wanted to keep track of all the ups & downs of being a mom-to-be, hopefully with a little more regularity than I did as a bride-to-be. I guess we'll see!
PSA: This blog is about to get real, so proceed with caution. Moms and other moms-to-be, you'll probably be fine. Everyone else, read at your own risk. Pregnancy has some pretty interesting side effects and uh, adventures, if you will. (from what I've heard, anyway)
That being said...
I found out I was pregnant on April 20, 2013. I had been exhausted-with-a-capital-E for about a week, and a few other little symptoms (hello, sore boobs!) tipped me off to the teeny tiny possibility that I might, in fact, be "with child." I use an app to keep track of my cycles and thought my "dot", as the husband likes to call it, was still a day away. I double checked, though, and my cycle has been consistently shorter lately, so I decided okay, I'm taking a test. I have to know. Less than two minutes later... the word PREGNANT flashed loud and clear at me from that little digital window. Tears flowed down my checks, and from that moment on, I knew my life would never, ever be the same.
I went downstairs, apprehensive to show my husband... I mean, we just bought a house, moved in 3 weeks ago, and while we have always planned to start a family, we hadn't exactly planned to right. this. second. He was probably more shocked than I was, even though we had discussed my potential "symptoms" a day or two before, but he hugged me and we cried together - a mixture of happiness, shock, and just not knowing what else to do at that point, I think!
I immediately "felt pregnant." I suddenly "knew" what my body had been telling me, and as soon as I crossed that line, there was no going back. We went off to Target that very afternoon for prenatal vitamins, another test (just to be sure), and some reading materials. Of course, as soon as I got home & started reading, I suddenly felt completely unprepared, incompetent, and behind. As we weren't "trying", I didn't know anything I was supposed to know, I wasn't already taking the vitamins, I'd been drinking, I'd been eating, I'd been doing all kinds of crazy things! Oh no! I've screwed up my kid already!!!
As it turns out, "my kid" was still just a ball of cells, most likely, so I calmed myself of these fears, and vowed to change my ways, immediately. Which, of course, I did. It's funny that your body starts telling you what to do and what not to do almost immediately. I knew I had to cut back on caffeine, but within 3 days I literally didn't want it anymore. Like, at all. I tried decaf and it disgusted me. I got a hazelnut macchiato from Starbucks (currently, or I should say formerly now, my absolute favorite drink) and could not drink more than half of it (it was only a tall). I didn't even miss wine that much! (that would eventually change, of course.)
I was and am so excited to finally embark on this "journey" (I know, I'm cheesy). Terrified, but really and truly ecstatic. I have always known I wanted and dreamed of having children, of becoming and being a mother. It is the one thing in this life I feel so strongly about; the only thing I have ever known for sure that I wanted to do. I feel incredibly blessed to be able to create life, and that we were able to easily get pregnant. So many suffer through miscarriages and infertility, and though I know we are in no way out of the woods, I just feel there is a healthy, strong little baby in there, and that this is meant to be right now.
PSA: This blog is about to get real, so proceed with caution. Moms and other moms-to-be, you'll probably be fine. Everyone else, read at your own risk. Pregnancy has some pretty interesting side effects and uh, adventures, if you will. (from what I've heard, anyway)
That being said...
I found out I was pregnant on April 20, 2013. I had been exhausted-with-a-capital-E for about a week, and a few other little symptoms (hello, sore boobs!) tipped me off to the teeny tiny possibility that I might, in fact, be "with child." I use an app to keep track of my cycles and thought my "dot", as the husband likes to call it, was still a day away. I double checked, though, and my cycle has been consistently shorter lately, so I decided okay, I'm taking a test. I have to know. Less than two minutes later... the word PREGNANT flashed loud and clear at me from that little digital window. Tears flowed down my checks, and from that moment on, I knew my life would never, ever be the same.
I went downstairs, apprehensive to show my husband... I mean, we just bought a house, moved in 3 weeks ago, and while we have always planned to start a family, we hadn't exactly planned to right. this. second. He was probably more shocked than I was, even though we had discussed my potential "symptoms" a day or two before, but he hugged me and we cried together - a mixture of happiness, shock, and just not knowing what else to do at that point, I think!
I immediately "felt pregnant." I suddenly "knew" what my body had been telling me, and as soon as I crossed that line, there was no going back. We went off to Target that very afternoon for prenatal vitamins, another test (just to be sure), and some reading materials. Of course, as soon as I got home & started reading, I suddenly felt completely unprepared, incompetent, and behind. As we weren't "trying", I didn't know anything I was supposed to know, I wasn't already taking the vitamins, I'd been drinking, I'd been eating, I'd been doing all kinds of crazy things! Oh no! I've screwed up my kid already!!!
As it turns out, "my kid" was still just a ball of cells, most likely, so I calmed myself of these fears, and vowed to change my ways, immediately. Which, of course, I did. It's funny that your body starts telling you what to do and what not to do almost immediately. I knew I had to cut back on caffeine, but within 3 days I literally didn't want it anymore. Like, at all. I tried decaf and it disgusted me. I got a hazelnut macchiato from Starbucks (currently, or I should say formerly now, my absolute favorite drink) and could not drink more than half of it (it was only a tall). I didn't even miss wine that much! (that would eventually change, of course.)
I was and am so excited to finally embark on this "journey" (I know, I'm cheesy). Terrified, but really and truly ecstatic. I have always known I wanted and dreamed of having children, of becoming and being a mother. It is the one thing in this life I feel so strongly about; the only thing I have ever known for sure that I wanted to do. I feel incredibly blessed to be able to create life, and that we were able to easily get pregnant. So many suffer through miscarriages and infertility, and though I know we are in no way out of the woods, I just feel there is a healthy, strong little baby in there, and that this is meant to be right now.
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