Nausea, constipation, diarrhea, more nausea, strong hunger pains, strong gas pains, constant gas, more nausea, and of course a good dose of worrying.
These are the fun things that my last week have been made up of. Before I was the one hoping for morning sickness - "I just want to know that everything is OK" I said, " and I heard women with morning sickness have lower rates of miscarriage"
Hmmm. These are the words of someone without a clue.
I wake up miserable at 4, 5, and 6 am. I am convinced I am NOT hungry, and want only to sleep. My body is convinced otherwise forcing me to get up and eat something. And not something small like a banana that might actually allow me to stay in bed and fall back asleep. No No. Something big and time consuming like oatmeal, a fruit smoothie, a bagel. Ugh.
I spend my days forcing myself to eat, since eating every two hours is supposed to help. Why doesn't it help me then? Of course I feel worse if I don't eat for five hours but the difference between eating constantly and eating at normal meal times is negligible.
I have to force myself to get out of bed and join the rest of the world but since laying down tends to be one of the most uncomfortable positions in terms of nausea it really isn't that hard.
Right now I must admit that enjoyment would not be the first word which would come to mind when describing this pregnancy. However I woke up this morning ( I believe it was the 5 o clock wake up) and for a few minutes felt good, and what was my first reaction -absolute fear- "come back nausea, come back!" I thought. "I love you and the baby, and you can stay as long as you want just as long as everything goes OK."
But not to worry a minute later it was right there waiting for me to get up and enjoy the day.