Okay, so I hope none of y'all are miserable, but for those of us who are, let's have a bitchfest, 'kay?
This pregnancy sucks. I feel really guilty, but I am SO *HATING* being pregnant, already. Don't get me wrong. I am amazingly grateful. It only took around 6 months this time, and I feel so blessed to be expecting another little miracle. I truly was not expecting to be so sick. I had practically no sickness with my first two girls, so I REALLY believed I was just one of those lucky women who didn't get it. WRONG! I wake up OK. But if I try to get up, or to eat, or stay in bed without eating, I start to feel ill. Gagging randomly, nausea, and if I eat the wrong thing (or try to), vomiting. It lasts all day. With supreme effort, I try to get my kids out of the house every day. I started crying on the way to the grocery store yesterday, thinking, "OMG. I have another month or more of this!"
Then there is the fatigue. The debilitating, unending, unwavering weariness. My poor family. For the first time in ages, my dh ran out of socks, underwear AND towels at the same time. All this, on his first week of work. Which brings me to another complaint: How much does it suck that his hours have suddenly changed from 11-6 to 8:30-8:00? Not only is he gone early in the morning, I have no one to con into cooking for me.
On the bright side of things, I didn't have to night-nurse Nova the past few nights, and I didn't throw up, or even gag once today. If I'm lucky, my pregnancy sickness will go away. Preferably to someone else who really wants to be pregnant, like Adina or Alexis. (However, the resident noodle must remain in my uterus, and a seperate noodle for each of the affore mentioned ttc'ers.
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Okay, I'm done, you go! (I feel so much better now!)
This pregnancy sucks. I feel really guilty, but I am SO *HATING* being pregnant, already. Don't get me wrong. I am amazingly grateful. It only took around 6 months this time, and I feel so blessed to be expecting another little miracle. I truly was not expecting to be so sick. I had practically no sickness with my first two girls, so I REALLY believed I was just one of those lucky women who didn't get it. WRONG! I wake up OK. But if I try to get up, or to eat, or stay in bed without eating, I start to feel ill. Gagging randomly, nausea, and if I eat the wrong thing (or try to), vomiting. It lasts all day. With supreme effort, I try to get my kids out of the house every day. I started crying on the way to the grocery store yesterday, thinking, "OMG. I have another month or more of this!"
Then there is the fatigue. The debilitating, unending, unwavering weariness. My poor family. For the first time in ages, my dh ran out of socks, underwear AND towels at the same time. All this, on his first week of work. Which brings me to another complaint: How much does it suck that his hours have suddenly changed from 11-6 to 8:30-8:00? Not only is he gone early in the morning, I have no one to con into cooking for me.
On the bright side of things, I didn't have to night-nurse Nova the past few nights, and I didn't throw up, or even gag once today. If I'm lucky, my pregnancy sickness will go away. Preferably to someone else who really wants to be pregnant, like Adina or Alexis. (However, the resident noodle must remain in my uterus, and a seperate noodle for each of the affore mentioned ttc'ers.
)Okay, I'm done, you go! (I feel so much better now!)
: I was pretty much this same way with my 2 successful pgs and not with my 2 mc - so every time I want to throw up - I just feel somehow reassured that maybe this time all will be well.
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