Yesterday, I hit the magical 8th week. I started off by feeling awful, which is normal for the mornings. Lunch rolled around, and things just kept spiraling down. Eventually I found myself laying across the sink, while my stomach tried to empty itself... when it was already empty. Not a fun start to the day. I had a headache from the moment I woke up as well.
After an entire day of feeling like crap, I was plopped on the couch around 10.
Me - *groan* Why would you let me do this?!?
Denny - You wanted to
Me - ...I hate you
Denny - What? Why?
Me - You have no idea how much this sucks!
Denny - I could imagine
Me - *groan*
Eventually, I passed out in my pitiful state.
Now, he has been a good sport. He will fetch whatever craving I have, rub my head while I whine myself to sleep, instruct me to go take a hot shower - after I've dealt with a pissy 2 yr old all day, constantly assure me that my growing rump is attractive, and not make any comments when I refuse to shave my legs or pluck my eyebrows or even wear makeup for days on end.
For those of you who weren't around while I was preggo with Sophie, I will hate you all. I hate people who can eat whatever they want, and not throw it up through their nose. I hate people who don't have to wear pants with elastic waistbands. Most of all, people who touch my belly (aside from my family and close friends).
BRING ON THE HORMONES! 8 weeks down, 32 to go!
After an entire day of feeling like crap, I was plopped on the couch around 10.
Me - *groan* Why would you let me do this?!?
Denny - You wanted to
Me - ...I hate you
Denny - What? Why?
Me - You have no idea how much this sucks!
Denny - I could imagine
Me - *groan*
Eventually, I passed out in my pitiful state.
Now, he has been a good sport. He will fetch whatever craving I have, rub my head while I whine myself to sleep, instruct me to go take a hot shower - after I've dealt with a pissy 2 yr old all day, constantly assure me that my growing rump is attractive, and not make any comments when I refuse to shave my legs or pluck my eyebrows or even wear makeup for days on end.
For those of you who weren't around while I was preggo with Sophie, I will hate you all. I hate people who can eat whatever they want, and not throw it up through their nose. I hate people who don't have to wear pants with elastic waistbands. Most of all, people who touch my belly (aside from my family and close friends).
BRING ON THE HORMONES! 8 weeks down, 32 to go!
3 comments:
If I remember right my Dr gave me something for the nausea. Granted I wasn't throwing up, I just felt like I was living on a boat! You should ask, there's got to be something they can give you!
If I were preggers I'd hate random people touching my belly too! I totally feel you there! I don't quite get it, I don't have the urge to go around touching prego women's bellies! That's just odd.
And my friend had the nausea pills too, they're a little pricey, but AMAZING. She saved some and gave me one when I had a stomach flu, it saved my life! I can ask her what it was...
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