|11 week baby bump.|
This one has been very different from the other three, mainly because I started out with symptoms so EARLY! I was sick before I even knew I was pregnant, and things have been steadily progressing ever since. So I'm going on 8 weeks of nausea now but that's it, as much as I want to complain about how sick I feel, there's a Dutchess out there who was much worse off and would gladly be in my shoes. So I'm thankful that for the most part, I'm still able to function normally. As long as I eat first thing in the morning, it's not too bad. I just feel like I'm on the verge of vomiting constantly. It's only if I wait too long that there are problems.
Like the morning Julia was up bright and early with a diarrhea diaper. Mmmm, my favorite thing to do before even rubbing the sleep out of my eyes is to change really disgusting poopy diapers. Especially when my gag reflex is ultra-senstive. Yup, all I have to do is smell one of Lia's diapers and it sets me off. Anyway, we were up, I changed her, we played together, I decided to make pancakes, then the boys got up and there were more clothes-changing and potty breaks and before I knew it I had forgotten to eat and was feeling seriously queasy. I left the last four pancakes cooking on the stove and ran up to the bathroom, but since that was the one the boys also use it only made things much, much worse. So I ran into our room where Jon was still sleeping and reached it just in time. Poor hubby got to wake up to the sound of me barfing over the toilet.
|The boys having been getting a lot more "screen time" now that Mommy's out of commission.|
My other major symptom is exhaustion. Another one I forgot all about. I think I'd rather be sick than exhausted. In fact, I'd rather be throwing up a couple times a day than be exhausted. I feel like I could get more done in between barfs than I do now that I have absolutely no energy or motivation. I actually just up and fell asleep on the couch one afternoon. That's just not something I do... ever. Again, I was only 4-something weeks. A little early for such extremes. Jude and Julia were down for naps and I closed my eyes for just a second ... next thing I knew Jack was shoving a music box in my ear and the entire living room was littered with crayons, paper, and Play-Doh. Since I really can't go around passing out and leaving a 4 year old unattended, this exhaustion thing has got to end. I don't really know how to fight it either. I'm limiting my caffeine intake but it doesn't matter since most caffeinated things don't sound appealing now anyway.
|Cold, fresh air is one thing that keeps Mommy alert.|
|He calls this his "fire department helmet." I made the mistake of referring to it as a "hat" and was promplty corrected.|
|Here Mom, maybe you should try eating a rock.|
Other than that, we're doing well. Well, we're doing well regardless. I've said it before, I'm sure I've said three times before, but on some certain level I'm grateful for the symptoms. Although not fun, they're a wanted reminder that things are progressing and normal. The first trimester is full of so many uncertainties. While I by no means want to rush through this pregnancy, I'll be happy to reach the next stage. The good news is, while frightening at the same time, is the next "stage" will be here all too soon!