Don’t get me wrong, I feel better. I’m not nauseous all day, most of the time. I’m not puking 2-3x a day. It’s great. However, I was told that, on the morning of week 12, I would wake up, refreshed, renewed, de-nauseated.
I didn’t.
I woke up, and puked in the middle of the night.
I feel much better now, and I’m praying that will be the “last puke of the season.” At this point, however, I’m convinced I’ll be going at it for the next 6 months. It’ll never let up again. Even after I have the child. I will be puking daily for the rest of my life.
This week hasn’t been the worst. It was actually pretty dealable. I think I yakked once the whole week. It was great. You know you’re pregnant when your idea of an awesome day is one you spend disgustingly nauseous, but not throwing up.
Constant thirst leading to…
Half my day spent peeing or needing to pee
Gas! Oh my Lord, the gas….
Being so dead tired I’m already ready to go to bed and I only awoke 4.5 hours ago.
Morning sickness….morning freaking sickness - aaaaaall day long.
Yakking so hard I pee my pants. Peeing first doesn’t even help!
Being exceptionally cold, all the time.
No motivation to get anything done other than napping.
My lower belly is rock hard right in the middle.
My pants don’t fit right anymore, yet I’ve lost a total of 12lbs.
What waistline I did have is slowly disappearing.
Bad, bad skin.
My hair gets really greasy within hours after washing it - but it’s really thick!
Besides the fact that I’m not looking forward to putting my poor dizzy dog into a car and dragging him all the way across the city, I’m not really looking forward to the idea of Thanksgiving at all this year.
I’ve never been a huge fan of turkey, but just the thought of the smell is making me gag out loud. The idea of ham makes me want to forcibly remove my tongue. It really is that bad. I can’t help but picture how things will look on the way out, so everything with brown gravy horrifies me.
However, I am looking very forward to mashed potatoes, sans gravy. I could eat piles of that right this moment. In fact, I think it may be the only thing I’ll be eating for thanksgiving this year. Which I am completely okay with.
Having a severe aversion to the smell of cooking beef. Could it smell any worse?!?
Feeling as if I have the flu, complete with sneezing, runny nose and sore throat.
Consitpation still exists but is on a timetable. I’m constipated for three days, then have diarrhea. Lovely.
Constant thirst leading to…
Half my day spent peeing or needing to pee
Bloating, like on a period only much, much worse.
Gas! Oh my Lord, the gas….
Being so dead tired I’m already ready to go to bed and I only awoke 4.5 hours ago.
Morning sickness….morning freaking sickness. I spent the entirety of Thursday - from my first “waking” nausea at 2am to my yakk at 3:30am to my all day nausea to my evening yakk to more nighttime nausea – completely ill with this “morning” sickness. I’ve been nauseous all day, everyday, since. With only occassional calms in between.
Burping uncontrollably and loudly
Being exceptionally cold, all the time
Mild cramping here and there, pretty rarely though
This week has been the worst, thus far. Just the thought of things can make me nauseous. In fact, we were in the car on Thursday and I’d just imagined licking a lemon. My face suddenly self-contorted into the sour face, as if I really had just licked it. I was once able to watch the most disgusting of horror scenes in movies. Now, they make me nauseous. I was also once able to watch baby wipe commercials without sobbing like an infant, no longer! It really makes you feel like you’re going insane. I can’t imagine lasting another 5 weeks (or, God forbid, more) feeling like this.
