I miss my morning coffee terribly, and I've stopped drinking it, not b/c I'm trying to be "good," b/c I only ever have 1 cup per day, but b/c the smell and taste of coffee make me ill in early pg. It's so sad b/c I usually LOVE coffee, that one fragrant, sweet, creamy, delicious cup a day is often the highlight of my entire morning! That was actually my first real "sign" this time around -- I couldn't figure out why it tasted SO disgusting and bitter and actually accused DH of having switched brands on me secretly, lol. Poor DH!
I don't have many symptoms yet, either. First thing in the morning, like right now, actually, I've been waking up totally nauseated, but it usually calms down after some toast and peppermint tea. Two days ago, I fell asleep sitting upright in a chair in late afternoon b/c I was so exhausted, but then yesterday I went on a back-to-school-clothes organizational tear and completely re-organized the littlest two girls' room, and folded and matched all the dipes and doublers, so what was that? Slug mama one day and Wonder Woman the next. Wonder what today will bring...
I'm so up and down with symptoms right now, and I agree with the rest of you that while I don't want to be sick, it's also more reassuring when I am. DH and I went out last night to celebrate our news (apart from three of my gfs, we're still the only ones who know) and we went to the same Asian fusion restaurant where we made the official decision to TTC this baby, back in October of last year, so that was a nice full circle. However, I suspect my notorious chicken-aversion in the first trimester is starting to kick in, b/c normally I can't eat enough of their Thai Kung Pao Chicken, and last night, while the flavor was yummy as always, the texture put me off completely, and I couldn't finish the last few pieces b/c I had the strangest urge to gag. So guess I need to go through our menu plan for the next month or so and take chicken off the menu. This strong YUCK feeling has been the same through every one of my pregnancies, and it doesn't let up until I'm well into the 2nd trimester. Weird, huh?
I'm flying to Chicago next week (alone, too, wow!) to visit my brother and SIL and my brand-spanking-new baby neice (their first baby.) My dad and stepmom will be there, too. I wasn't planning on telling them yet, particularly my parents (and their reaction is not likely to be particularly positive, it hasn't been in the past,) but I'm concerned about being able to keep it a secret, too. My parents will seriously wonder why I'm not drinking coffee in the mornings and wine with dinner (they are both big wine-with-dinner drinkers.) I was doing Weight Watchers before I got pg, so I suppose I could try and explain it away using that as an excuse, but they're pretty sharp about that sort of stuff. What to do? I may have no choice but to confess.