Because I'm using this venue as an outlet to whine about all the things poor Scott must be sick of and not many of my friends tend to understand, I'm going to go ahead and start.
The first trimester of my pregnancy was not too bad at all. I was extremely exhausted - took a nap every afternoon and tried to get at least 9 hours of sleep every night I had a chance. I was also pretty nauseated a LOT of the time and my sinuses have been terrible, but didn't throw up at all (unless you want to count throwing up from crying or coughing hard, which I don't, because I would have done that if I weren't pregnant). And I guess I gave myself away - I sure was a big crybaby, not to mention a little needy and unreasonable - but I feel like I'm much better about those things these days.
And then the second trimester arrived. I was imemdiately disappointed Week 12, Day 1 when I did not feel a burst of energy or a relief from the nausea, but oh well, right? Surely things would get better. So last Sunday, at 14 Weeks 1 Day, the nausea turned into actual vomit. I threw up a few times that day, the following day, and the day after. At the time, I blamed it on having a mostly empty stomach, because I waited too late to eat Sunday and then the vomiting made it hard to want to eat much the other days. But then I was okay - so long as I kept eating at the first sign of hunger. My exhaustion is easing up, I've stopped napping every afternoon (and only nap on the rare occasion now)! But then Saturday, a very busy day what with attending the World Series game and then having to dress up and go to a Halloween party, I missed a meal (or a couple snacks) and puked in the bushes at the party. Another empty stomach issue, surely.
Sunday came and went with no real problems - just a lot of resting from the big day before, which really took a toll on me. We had a lovely spinach salad and a few different kinds of pasta (already made, from the refrigerated section), with marinara and garlic breadsticks while we handed out candy to the (millions of) trick-or-treaters and watched the Rangers lose a World Series game (oops).
So this morning, I was feeling okay. I got up, showered, took a swig of water, and then immediately vomited what must have been this morning's water, some of last night's water, and some of the mucous that has inevitably drained into my stomach. (I told you my sinuses were terrible - I'm not exaggerating. I've blown my way through at least a roll and a half of toilet paper, not to mention plenty of tissues and paper towels - whatever is convenient.)
After that I was feeling alright, and now I'm at work and I'm burping like nobody's business. At least, I THINK I'm burping. To my knowledge, I've never burped (except probably when I was a baby). I've never known how, or felt the need to. But I'm assuming all these chest gurgles are burps - even though they feel like they're coming from my chest instead of my stomach and ending in my throat instead of coming out sounding like a burp. I just don't know HOW to burp... is that weird? Anyway, this burping(?) thing has been going on a lot the last couple weeks, and it's really irritating. It's just one after the other, at least 5-6 times a minute with these stupid gurgles. Luckily, today, nobody is around to hear them but me. But it's very uncomfortable, as nearly each burp(?) makes me feel like I could throw up at any moment.
Other symptoms? Nothing I feel necessary to mention or complain much about - and I think the stomach pudge is finally less bloating and more of a baby bump. Or I hope so, anyway. My stomach is starting to feel hard (which has actually been happening for weeks, but it's getting harder higher up, which I think is a good sign) and it's kind of fun to poke at, I hope Baby doesn't mind too much! Next Friday is the next (third) OB appointment and there, we will schedule the gender scan for sometime in the following couple weeks. Now, if I play my cards right and bat my eyelashes just enough, I'm hoping the doctor will schedule said scan for the day before Thanksgiving. One, we'd really like to be able to tell our family what it is in person over the holiday - and two, if it's scheduled too far before Thanksgiving Day, I probably won't be able to keep my mouth shut long enough to tell them in person!
So, there it is so far. I should get back to working and burping now.
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