The  day I took the pregnancy test, I was strangely calm. I had not  experienced any early signs of pregnancy other than being just a couple  of days late, which was not an anomaly for me. In the past, I had taken  tests three or four days prior to getting my period, having convinced  myself that the fatigue or slight nausea I felt were sure indicators.  But not this time. In fact, I very patiently waited for my husband to  come home from his business trip at 10 p.m. that night to take the test.  I didn’t waste too much time once he stepped foot in the door, but that  was mainly because I really had to pee.
I  fully expected the little window to read “NOT PREGNANT”, like the times  before so when I only saw one of those words (the important one), it  took my breath away for just a moment … but only a moment before I  rushed into the bedroom with an OMG, showing J the test. His reaction  was a little anticlimactic, a very casual, “That’s good,” as he went  along unpacking his bag. I even had to ask him to stop and give me a  hug! Hey, we all handle stuff in our own way. My way was being unable to sleep  that night.
Since  that surprise, there have surely been a few more. Most of them have  been centered on how crummy I have felt. A lazy person by nature, my  energy level has dipped deep into negative territory. I’m exhausted all  day and then sleep poorly at night, a trend that has led me to taking  naps in my car during lunch on more than one occasion. Weekends are  mostly spent in bed, and not in that fun, sexy way. They consist of me  snoring the day away, trying to catch up from the week while J does the laundry so it doesn't pile up to the height of Mt. Everest.  God love him.
The  biggie is the nausea and overall poor relationship with food. I haven’t  spent the entire trimester over the toilet, but certainly feeling the  need to have a trash can near me just in case. And while I definitely  get hungry, the moment the food is in front of me (no matter what it  is), I find it difficult to take more than a few bites. At our 9-week  appointment, I had lost a couple of pounds. Our 12-week visit is next  week and I won’t be surprised if I have lost a couple more. My inherent sweet  tooth has taken a leave of absence and salty foods (as well as anything icy,  like frozen lemonade or an Icee) are easiest for me to stomach.
Another  surprise: Being overwhelmed rather than thrilled by all the baby stuff  we’ll need. I have looked through catalogs and walked through aisles at  Babies R Us and rather than a sense of excitement, like I thought I  would feel, I have quickly deemed it too early or too exhausting to  seriously think about. I’m really hoping that will change as I start to  feel a bit better.
I  know we’re in for a lot more surprises, during the pregnancy and  certainly as parents, but right now, the furthest thought I can deal  with is how long I have to wait until I can crawl back into bed.
 
WOOHOO!
ReplyDeletei am so darn happy for you! i am sorry you feel so crummy! it will get better (eventually!). xo
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