Symptoms: Tons of nausea, fatigue, lack of appetite, sore boobs, emotional
So I skipped week six. I know. That's because I honestly wasn't sure if I was pregnant, or if I was, how much longer I would be pregnant. The spotting and cramping had me scared out of my mind. I mourned for a baby that I hadn't officially lost yet.
Now, I'm still spotting, but it's like the vagina who cried miscarriage - it's hard to take the spotting seriously. Every few days there's some pink when I wipe, but it's gone after a few hours. And I'm having loads of pregnancy symptoms, so I'm pretty sure I'm still with child.
Speaking of symptoms. The nausea is killing me. Usually when I first wake up, I can choke down a light breakfast. But about an hour later, it wants to came back up on me. Then I'm usually good for a while - hungry, even - until I eat lunch. I should have learned my lesson by now, not to eat more than like half a cup at a time, but when I'm working, I get so hungry around then. So I eat a real meal. And within minutes, I feel like dying. I usually throw up when I get home. And the evenings are just f-ing miserable. I definitely have more evening sickness than morning sickness. It's the worst from about 7 pm to 8 pm. I don't know what it is about that hour, but I've spent it curled up around the toilet more times than I can count on my hands.
That paragraph was just delightful, wasn't it? Here's the bright side: All that puking and moaning and groaning means that my baby bean is still in there, growing and making Mama sick. So while I can't wait for this phase to be over, I am thanking my lucky stars that I have so much proof that I'm still knocked up.
I was never this sick with Declan. But from what I remember, the nausea started to fade away around 9-10 weeks. So maybe I only have two or three weeks left of this crap. Hopefully.
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