You will start feeling crappy. Give it time. Yuck yuck yuck.
So I'm now hovering somewhere between 8 and 9 weeks, and feel like ass. I spend the majority of my day nauseous. I need to eat every 2 to 3 hours to keep it at bay, and I just can't do it. I've tried. I'm not a puker, which I'm thankful for most of the time, but when you hit the 2 hour mark of nausea and are in the bathroom begging yourself to just puke and be done with it, and can't, it sucks.
On a happier non nauseous note, I have my first midwife appt Friday afternoon. I'm thinking she will schedule an appointment for the following week for an ultrasound to confirm my dates. And confirm the number of occupants in my uterus. There is zero reason to believe I am harboring more than one fetus, but Cory is convinced its twins, as are a few other people, and since I'm huge, I'm not ruling out the possibility. Don't get me wrong, twins may be my only shot at baby #3, so I'd totally take it, even if it would likely be a financial and logistical nightmare right now. But back to the point, I'm not counting on double, and plan to just see one little stowaway in there. Off to stress about the giant needle and bloodwork I'm sure is coming on Friday. BOOOOO needles.
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