I recall thinking to myself, and maybe even saying to others, that I’d be glad when I started to “feel” pregnant. Well. Coming into my 8th week (theoretically), I’m starting to “feel” something. Mostly now it’s kinda pukey. And my friend who suggested that the tough part of pregnancy felt a lot like being kind of hung over (here’s looking at you, Laura) is spot on so far. 

Morning sickness so far is not an issue, but evenings aren’t great. And it’s not actual throwing up and it’s not a dizzying nausea. It’s just kind of “bleh” – the kind of “bleh” that makes one consider buttered toast as a meal and possibly the only reasonable thing to eat. Luckily, a dear sweet friend at work has supplied me with some Queasy Drops and I stashed some away in my purse. 

I’ve also started to run into the lack of interest in most food in general, as well as thinking something (Chinese food for example) sounds great, then after eating a bite or two realizing it’s not all that good after all. I’m sure this is a thing that happens to normal people even if they aren’t pregnant, but for me this is a new experience altogether. Food has always been a big part of my life, so this will be interesting.

I woke up today with a full day of Important Things to do including work and at least three other commitments and felt just awful – tired, achey, etc. And I decided not to participate in active life today. I took the day and slept and did nothing at all. It was amazing and I feel considerably better and ready to roll tomorrow. Luckily, I work at a great company with a balanced workload without any huge deadlines today and have colleagues that were able to pick up my slack elsewhere. And the gym will be there for me tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, I go for another appointment and ultrasound tomorrow and will likely be released to the wilds of my OB after this appointment if all goes well. 

Onward to Wednesday!