Is my excuse for being absent! I literally forgot about this blogosphere until Izzy texted me
requesting demanding an update lol!
So here I go:
Morning all-day sickness has hit with a vengeance. But I don’t actually vomit. Well, except for the 4 days I threw up as I brushed my teeth. Lucky for me, that has passed and I only spend 1-2 minutes dry-heaving as I spit and rinse my mouth. Every morning.
Keeping that nausea at bay has become my sole focus and pretty much a full time job that I work at least 60 hours a week at. It gets worse as the day wears on and if I’ve tricked my body into not being sick all day, I pay for it at night. Take yesterday as an example: I felt ok to great all day and started getting tired around 2 p.m. When I got home from work, I laid down for a nap. I had about an hour and 15 minutes until Hubster was due to arrive home and all hell would break loose (one of my darling furbabies ALWAYS barks like a mad woman when we get home!) and I wanted to take advantage. Sleep never came.
I got up, felt a little queasy and reached for my box of cheerios and my bottle of water. (Miraculously I was able to drink water yesterday!) After just a few minutes I felt fine again and ate dinner. A frozen chicken burrito and then Hubster made me a fried egg on toast when he got home. I still felt fine. And I was HAPPY! That was the first meal I had eaten all day. Prior to that it was water, cheerios, and string cheese. All day.
Then it was time to get ready for our big night out- a book launch party for one of my besties and a super fun concert. That’s when I started feeling really fatigued. Then nauseous. It was so bad and hit me like a semi. So I had to cancel and go to bed. It was so depressing and still is today.
But, I’m 8w6d pregnant and I wouldn’t give that up for anything in the world. I know it sounds like I’m complaining about being sick, but I promise you I’m not. I hate it and I’m miserable, but it is such a blessing. And honestly, I’m just more amazed at the strength and endurance of a woman’s body. To be able to feel this bad and continue to keep going after such a lack of nourishment is truly amazing.
So that’s where I’m at. I start my last bottle of PIO tonight (WOOOOOHOOOOO) and have an US next Monday. Then no more until the NT scan. I can’t believe that’s less than a month away. Because it’s rapidly approaching, I’ve been thinking about our announcement photos and debating on doing them or not. I was thinking about posting a warning when I got 13 weeks saying something like, “Trigger post coming next week. If you understand this, feel free to unfollow me now. If you don’t, you are probably safe!” Haha!
But seriously, I know a few FB friends reached out when I “came out” on FB years ago and haven’t kept up with most of them, but they haven’t posted pics of new babies so I don’t know where they’re at in their journeys. So I dunno. I have time to decide because I know I don’t want to do it right at 13 weeks. Maybe closer to 16? Hubster said I was crazy when I proposed 20 weeks so I guess I’ll do it before then. If I do. We’ll see.
One step at a time…