Today marks 8 weeks (of 40) - 20% done! We found out during the 8th week in May that our first pregnancy had stopped. Up until that point, I had been feeling great. I was tired for a few weeks early on, but I had regained some energy and was feeling pretty normal. I guess that was an indication that things weren't going well. I had always assumed that I'd get really bad morning sickness. I get sick from just about anything - cars, planes, boats, high elevations...everything! I just thought I was one of the few lucky ones that never prayed to the porcelain gods during the first trimester.
Boy, was I wrong! I've felt a little queasy for the past week or two this time around. But last night, it hit with a vengeance. (Un)fortunately, I hadn't been able to eat much all day, so I didn't have much more than dry heaves. Imagine that you're super hungover -- you can't even think of moving or you'll toss your cookies. Then imagine in this state, you're forced to go on one of those big rocking boats they have at amusement parks until you didn't know you could feel any sicker. That's where I am. And there are still a good 5 or 6 weeks until this passes. So this is just the beginning.
I have just called into work sick, planning on working from home as much as possible, but knowing full well that the most I can hope for is to keep my breakfast down.
The most disturbing part is that this is what I was secretly hoping for. Not gagging at the *thought* of smells and tastes and vitamins necessarily, but early confirmation that this pregnancy seems to be on track. Our first appointment is Monday, and we're too early to hear a heartbeat on doppler. For now, my horrible sickness is what we're holding onto (and morbidly celebrating), because it means we've made it past where we did last time. And what's not to celebrate about that?!?
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