Barf.
Six and a half weeks. Today I had my first bout of real morning sickness. I woke up with a migraine on Sunday morning (...at 2:30am) and spent most of the day yarking, but other than that, my stomach has only been threatening mutiny. I seem to be hitting all of the early pregnancy stereotypes: "morning" sickness that lasts all day long, violent food aversions (apparently, I cannot handle anything that isn't hard & crispy), visible bloat, bursting into tears several times a day. Oh, and I also have heartburn that's leaving scorch marks.
This SUCKS. I know - this is what I signed up for, it should get better after week 12, etc. etc. But I'm starting to wonder how I'm going to make it six more weeks when I can barely make it through the work day.
On the other hand, it may all be worth it just to hear my husband whispering "I love you, Peanut!" to my belly.
MAYBE.
Jury's still out.
I really hate feeling sick and helpless.
This SUCKS. I know - this is what I signed up for, it should get better after week 12, etc. etc. But I'm starting to wonder how I'm going to make it six more weeks when I can barely make it through the work day.
On the other hand, it may all be worth it just to hear my husband whispering "I love you, Peanut!" to my belly.
MAYBE.
Jury's still out.
I really hate feeling sick and helpless.