The fatigue and nausea have been pretty consistent. I would say that if I could live in bed I’d be great. For the most part I am. However, with sleepsleep comes some pretty crazy dreams.
I swear. I’m dreaming babies like crazy. Several with twins. Several with big babies. Not only that, just really realistic and bizarre dreams that I can’t quite remember.
We had an appointment with our OB on Wednesday. We were bumped back up to 10 weeks!! Yes! Even a day closer to the second trimester makes me a happy camper. Now I’m like almost a week closer. It seems we might be dealing with a big head though.
Weight gain is real. I still just feel fat and not pregnant. I’m waiting for that real bump to form. BB looks good though and that’s all that matters. Now if September would just get here. Like pronto!
I guess little b is finished swimming. I, on the other hand, am doing all I can to stay afloat.
Not much has changed. Nausea. Fatigue. Blah. Just blah. I had to cancel plans more than once for the big blah.
Keeping my mouth shut for five days was not easy. A part of being pregnant is the need for empathy, or maybe sympathy. I think. You want to complain about how much you feel like death to get at least a look of “imsosorryiwishicouldmakeitbetterforyou”. Listening to the rantings of someone twice as pregnant and now into the “I don’t feel as much like shit” zone is like life in hell if you can’t bitch right along.
I’m now wallowing in my own self pity. About to dig into a gallon of ice cream. I’m ready for the second trimester like yesterday. They say you should only gain a couple pounds in the first trimester. I feel like I’ve gained ten. This is not a competition.
Spending the morning with my head in the toilet was not how I had planned on spending the dawn of my 7th week. Ugh! If this is what I have to look forward to this week, I can’t wait til next Monday!
Have I mentioned that I feel like hammered crap? All the time!!! Yesterday we decided to drive three hours with three dogs in the car. That was not the best idea. I knew it would be bad. Between one dog farting and another licking his balls.
I will be spending the better part of the week with another pregnant woman. She has about two months and a whole other kid up on me. While getting pedicures yesterday and munching on pizza, I couldn’t utter a word about my preggo self. I just have to look like I’ve gained a couple pounds and eat like it’s going out of style. I would love nothing more than to confide in a fellow baby mama, but not so. I have to hold out til the middle of March. Ugh!!!