I was so worried, because I'd been sick-sick-sick for WEEKS, with exhaustion to boot. I'd get home and pass out on the couch. My husband usually gets home about 20 minutes later than me, and 9 times out of 10 he'd find me asleep with a bag of tortilla chips next to me.
Anyhow, this past weekend was our 1 year anniversary, and we'd long been planning how to celebrate - we were going to play paintball. I got cleared to play by my midwife who thought it should be just fine as long as I listened to my body and drank plenty of water... but I still wasn't sure if I'd be able to play, given how I'd been feeling. I'd had to cancel plans with a friend who came in from out of town just the weekend before, I was feeling so poorly.
Then early last week, I woke up feeling... better. Not perfect, not by a long shot, but things felt manageable. By the end of the week, food wasn't quite the enemy it had been. I had more energy. And on Saturday I threw myself into the car with a small duffel bag full of snacks (who knows what will actually be appetizing later in the day) and proceeded to play paintball for about 6 hours. The best part? We stopped for dinner after and I managed to eat an entire bacon cheeseburger, fries, and some mozzerella sticks. Biggest meal I've had in over a month. Maybe not the healthiest, but at that point I didn't really care.
I have a few bruises, and my thighs are the single most sore thing on the entire planet (who knew crouching for 6 hours straight could be such a workout...) . I'm going to tell my midwife when I go in next week that apparently paintball is a great alternative to doing squats for childbirth prep.
I'm closing in on 12 weeks now, and I'm really hoping that this past week is a sign that I'm moving into clear ground on the morning sickness front.