My morning sickness seems to be getting progressively worse. I thought it was bad a while ago, when I was constantly gagging and couldn't stand certain smells or tastes. For a while there, I even thought it was all over. I had two great days, in a row, back to back; and I figured I had gotten through the worst of it.
Little did I realize, it was actually just the "Eye of the Storm".
I cannot sleep. At least every hour on the hour, I'm waking up and rushing to the bathroom because I need to use it for one reason or another. Oh, and you know how all the maternity books tell you to eat crackers because it settles your stomach and will give you some semblance of a normal life? THEY LIE. Sure, it worked for me a week ago when I was feeling semi-alright, and I didn't feel like my toes were going to come flying out of my mouth every five minutes. And they probably work for people who have the flu bug. But as I lay whimpering on the couch, begging for Chad to help me and could he please touch my forehead because I must be burning hot or something - he will continue to remind me "You do not have the flu. You are pregnant."
You would think that by now I would realize that small peice of important information, but to be honest it hasn't completley sunk in yet. On Friday, Chad called me from work to inform me that he was just talking to a client and she assured him that as soon as I would have his baby, I would forget all about this first trimester and have more children to follow. She had five kids you know, and she loved being pregnant.
So yeah, I'm hopeful that this is going to feel better very soon and that I won't be like my Mom who was sick the entire nine months with my brother.
But one things for sure. I am so not having five kids.
2007-10-10 (6 weeks)
I miss you, Oh Sweet Junk Food
I think the hardest part about being pregnant at this point, is the fact that we've decided to wait a little while before telling friends. It's slightly awkward to run into the living room and attempt to hide all the baby books sprawled out on the coffee table, when people show up unexpectedly; and it makes it difficult to come up with excuses as to why I'm not feeling well, or why we haven't yet gone on our honeymoon and are currently not planning on it. This doesn't mean to say we *won't* go, but we'll have to wait and see how I'm feeling for my second trimester. I've only heard positive stories about other women who feel awesome after their first three months, and I'm hoping it will be the same for me. Because at this point? I feel like I have constant food poisoning, and have been injected with a huge dose of sleeping pills.
Last night, I had a craving for burgers around 11pm. I think it was partly because I saw one on tv, the kind of burger that looks like it was made out of plastic it's so perfect, the kind of burger that has every layer in tact - right from the bottom bun, to the lettuce - and I immediatley felt my stomach growling. Chad was kind enough to get out of his pajama's, drive to the nearest fast food joint, and bring me home two Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers. I ate the first one like I'd never seen or tasted an ounce of meat before, and I felt great. But as soon as I bit into the second burger, which I was still craving, something inside my brain switched. Or maybe it was just baby Herm saying, "Hey, yo - what's with all this beef so late at night, woman?" because suddenly everything became disgusting and I had to reluctantly hand over the remains of the burger to my husband and thank him for his efforts, but unfortuantley I was not able to carry through with my plans.
So basically, I've just been eating anything I can manage, and I've been sleeping a lot. I feel bad because I'm not able to get as much around the house done as I'd like; but Chad is being very patient and reminds me that if I can handle all the sickness and the lack of energy - then "he can too". And when he says these things, while giving me a supportive hug and loving smile,and then he grabs a mouthful of my favorite junk food "Bugles", which I can no longer eat, I can't help but wish that maybe...just maybe...the next time we have to go through this? He's the one that can get pregnant.
2007-10-09 (6 weeks)
Back Home
Well, we went home this past weekend to visit my family in Edmonton; and had a wonderful time. It's always bittersweet leaving, especially since no one can quite take care of their daughter like a Mother can. But I have solace in knowing that we'll be heading down there more often than not, especially now with this little one on the way.
Nights have been getting a bit better. My body's temperature gauge seems to be working again, but now I'm just dealing with the constant morning sickness that creeps in every minute of the day. My stomach is constantly rolling around inside of me, and I'm getting to the point where I have to force myself to eat because it all just seems so disgusting.
Motion is really bad for me right now as well. I have to keep baggies in the car, especially for this, as I'll never know when the sudden nausea will hit. The comforting thing is knowing that it hopefully won't last for too much longer; and I'll be feeling better. Come on, Second Trimester!
Over the weekend we went to some maternity stores and I tried on that "three month belly". It was so much fun, and really strange to see what I might look like in a couple of months. The only difference is that soon, I won't be able to take that tummy off!!!
2007-10-05 (5 weeks)
Welcome Back
Last night, I had a bit of a scare. But the problem wasn't because anything was wrong...but rather because *nothing* was wrong. I felt great. If I didn't already know that I was pregnant, I never would've been able to tell last night. I slept like a baby, my body temperature was normal for once, I didn't have to use the bathroom ten-trillion times within a few hours, and I wasn't sick to my stomach.
At four in the morning, I woke up, and felt a wave of worry wash over me. I immediatley woke Chad up to tell him that "something was wrong, because nothing is wrong," and he assured me I was fine.
As soon as I could, I called my Mom and explained what I was feeling. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
She calmly told me to appreciate moments like this, because it's "a good thing" that I'm having a good day.
"You got a lot of rest, and that obviously helps." she assured me.
I knew I needed to just get my mind off of it, so I decided to have a few slices of marble cheese, which I had been craving the night before and had Chad pick me up a huge block from the store. I love cheese.
"So what did your Mom say?" Chad asked as he stood at the door, waiting to leave for work.
"She said I'm fine." I replied, biting into my slice of cheesie goodness.
And that's when it happened. The gag reflex started going, my eyes started to water, my throat seemed to close, and I had to drink a glass of water just to get the nasty cheese taste out of my mouth immediatley.
When I was finally able to breathe again, Chad was still at the door. He smiled, laughed, and then said, "Welcome back."
