What a relief.
I’m so glad the cat’s outta the bag.
Some of you might have guessed (Nina) by all my griping and asking for help. Um…remember how I had a whole month of guest posters? Thanks again by the way.
So now you all get to endure the next six months of me giving you every juicy detail of my pregnancy.
This is my third pregnancy…shouldn’t this all be ‘old hat’ now?
In some ways it is.
But this pregnancy has been very different than my first two. For the first 10 weeks I was virtually symptomless.
Which actually scared me quite a bit.
I mean some things were the same, bloating and tenderness.
But no nausea.
With Will, I barfed every. single. day. I lost 10 pounds. I had quite a few gross stories to tell, like that one I threw up in the Chevron in Page, AZ.
With Lukey, I didn’t barf that much, which resulted instead in me constantly feeling like I wanted to throw up, unable to really do a thing. The couch started to mold to my body shape.
So you can understand why this no-nausea thing was throwing me for a loop.
The other weird symptom I had was emotional.
The first six weeks were filled with crushing depression.
I couldn’t be alone.
I was already freaking out about being pregnant when my baby was still…well, a baby.
But add the crazy-lady hormones on top of that and I was certifiable.
After the depression started to lift it morphed into what it is now, hyper emotional.
Which I think is more of the pregnancy norm.
Now? The slightest annoyance can make me do this:
And the tiniest sad or touching thing makes this happen:
Sometimes I find myself crying for no reason at all.
And country music? Forget about it.
The very hardest symptom though was the overwhelming tiredness. Never in all my life have I felt so exhausted. Never! And people, I have two kids. I had to take at least three naps a day in the beginning and my children got acquainted with their new mother, the TV. I had to stop exercising because if I did, it would completely wipe me out for the remainder of the day.
Now that I’m 12 weeks, when most people normally start feeling better, I am feeling worse than ever. The nausea has finally hit me strong along with the worst acid reflux ever. I’m still tired, although I don’t have to nap three times, just once or twice.
Overall, I’m just confused.
This pregnancy is just so different.
Were yours like this?