Somebody call the Whaaaaambulance! I am nearing the end of the first trimester (thank god) and let’s just say that the last several weeks have been a big suck-fest. Hopefully the next couple weeks fly by and then I’ll done with this crap be back to myself… right?
So let’s tally it up. Exhaustion? Check. That constant hung over feeling? Check. Feeling sick when you eat? Check. Feeling sick when you DON’T eat? Check.
Outside the queasiness, the worst part has been just the sheer exhaustion. It doesn’t help when I have a 1 year old that is teething and keeping me up most nights. My energy has been a 2 on a scale of 10. And the prospect of a nap is rare.
Of all 3 pregnancies, this one has been the worst. With my first, I didn’t have a lick of morning sickness. If I didn’t see the positive pregnancy test, I would hardly know I was pregnant back then. With my 2nd, I thought I would be lucky enough to be in the clear, but that was not the case, and the nausea hit me like a ton of bricks. The 3rd time is not a charm either and I feel more useless than the first two times. Too bad I have 2 kids to chase after this time. Oh well. This part is temporary and almost over.
It is all supposed to be a sign of a healthy pregnancy and I know it is a blessing to be pregnant at all. Sorry that I am not rejoicing in my condition at the moment. This too shall pass and I will soon be over this and feeling better. That is what I am repeating to myself over and over.