The fog is finally starting to lift and thank tha lawd I am beginning to feel like myself again.
The past 6 weeks were unpleasant to say the least. I can’t even fully describe what it was like. Having never really had much experience with morning sickness or nausea before, the closest thing I can ascribe it to is having motion sickness…ALL.DAY.LONG. And nothing you do fixes or changes that feeling. Most days I wouldn’t bother eating. I just felt too gross to stomach anything. Sometimes I get down some toast around, but then couldn’t handle even the idea of anything else. Foods I normally love have been off limits. Not in the extreme aversion “i’m gonna puke if you make me eat that” kind of way. But just, I’d rather eat nothing than eat that. And that ran the gamut of all vegetables, most proteins, really sweet stuff, and just about anything in my kitchen. Bread generally was safe. Maybe bread with butter or peanut butter. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches became pretty routine. I felt like I had the palate of a 5-year old. My nose turned super sensitive and would pick up fowl smelling odors from all over the place. The garlic in that person’s salad dressing. Or the side of brussels sprouts from two tables over. The curry in that person sandwich. Ugh! The smells made everything worse.
And energy levels! Hah! I’m thankful I have a super flexible schedule that allows me to curl up on my couch in the fetal position for extended periods of time because that’s where I lived. I never blogged much because usually I only blog in the evenings and I could barely stay awake past 8pm. I usually had enough physical energy for one big task. A load of laundry for example. And once that was complete I had to lie down and rest. Walking up stairs or escalators usually resulted in heart palpitations and light headedness. It was bizarre. As someone who generally stays in pretty decent shape, feeling that kind of physical weakness was something I haven’t had to deal with before. I don’t know if I had a more extreme case than others, but the thought of having to feel that way while still juggling the demands of a full-time job and/or a current batch of little rug rats…I don’t know how others do it.
It seems that part of the pregnancy is nearing the end though. At 11 weeks 1 day, I woke up this morning to hear my stomach growling (and not churning in disgust). I hopped out of bed and felt energized and well-rested. I still have two weeks left of my semester, so knocking out my final few papers/projects is going to be top of the priority list followed by cleaning up this poor house which I’ve neglected over the past month, much to my husband’s displeasure. Then it’s on to figuring out how to (slowly) clean the diet back up and get back into regular exercise.
Oh but it feels SO good to be back!