Yes, they blow. This is not to say that I am not thrilled to be pregnant, because I am (deep down inside where there is energy for “thrilled”), truly. But, to be real – I feel like sh*t, I have no energy whatsoever, I’m queazy all day, and all I want to do is lay in bed and be still so my stomach doesn’t hate me. But my little 7 month-old daughter won’t let me, she wants to eat, play, be read to, go outside, and all that crap. And she has recently decided that naps aren’t really her thing, so she fights me to take them – even though she’s super fussy and rubbing her little eyes raw. Thirty-45 minutes after I get her to sleep, her beautiful eyes snap open and she looks at me like, “mom! what did I miss?”. Ugh, I had just fallen asleep myself . . .
This pregnancy is – knock on wood – not as bad as my pregnancy with W. With her I was so ill, I hardly ate for 12 weeks. I made my husband wait at least an hour before getting near me after showering because the soapy clean smell of him was so strong it made me gag. I refused to eat meat, and the smell of it cooking sent me outside. (I became a vegetarian when I was pregnant with K, when the smell of cooking beef suddenly became equated with burning flesh – pregnancy hormones, hello! Since then, I had worked my way back to eating chicken/fish – until W.) My husband started cooking only vegetarian, and still, the aroma of cooking had me upstairs in bed with the blankets over my head: grilled onions – ick, rosemary – bleh, oregano – barf, garlic – i just threw up a little in my mouth. Often, I just ate a slice of toast or a pb&j and went to bed. Our 12 yo son started looking at me like he didn’t want to get too close, whatever it was might be catching. I felt like a wild animal. Smells drove me crazy, I swear I could pick out a smell from across the room that no one else even noticed. And I was exhausted; I would come home from work and fall asleep the minute I hit the couch. Thank goodness for my husband. Without him, my oldest would have had 3 months of grilled cheese for dinner and unlimited media time, cause I’d be sleeping.
This time around, I’m not half as sick (yet), and I can’t seem to smell any better than a regular human, thankfully. It makes me nervous, like something is wrong, or maybe I’m just having a boy. I try to stay positive. I’m still so worried about a miscarriage, but I’m taking my 100 mg Progesterone nightly, so fingers double crossed that this baby stays with us and grows strong and healthy.
Im looking forward to 12 weeks, when this dreadful tiredness and nausea will magically disappear!
Fingers crossed for a healthy pregnancy for me and all you newly pregnant mommas out there!