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muck_a_luckI have commented to a few of you over the last few weeks that I have been having a "health issue."
In fact, I am just about to start the second trimester of my third pregnancy.
The very small backstory. Pregnancy one was a miscarriage. Pregnancy two was Small Boy, approximately 7.5 years ago.
I have to say, this baby has been wiping the floor with me.
Small Boy was ridiculously easy. I clearly remember being pretty queasy with him - for exactly two days. Then the worst symptom was migraine headaches, which went away as soon as I broke down and actually took Tylenol, followed by leg cramps, which I learned to dectect as they were starting. All I had to do to stop them was flex my foot and go back to sleep.
But this one. I am just starting to feel remotely human again after approximately two months of just feeling ill. Not throwning up, or anything, but just constantly queasy, like I could throw up at any moment. Very unpleasant. I am happy to report that for about three days now, I have only had isolated twinges of nausea. I am hoping this is a good sign and that as I enter the second trimester, it really will just go the fuck away!
As bad as the nausea, I have been completely and utterly exhausted. I have been working my normal 40 hour week. I get home, and I feel like I'm going to die. I'm sound sensitive, queasy, and practically panting just from trying to walk around. Some evenings have been worse than others, but it's been ugly. On the weekends, I go to bed a 9pm on Friday night, sleep to 7:30, get up, feed Small Boy, do a couple of things around the house, and by 11am am ready for my three-hour nap.
Cellmate points out that she had a similar experience. Not tired with first child, exhausted with second. We posit that this may be just the nautral mommy workload catching up with you. On a weeknight, when Husband goes to bed early, I don't like to go to bed before I *know* Small Boy is asleep. Even if I'm really good, and go to bed as soon as that happens, the earliest I can usually get to bed is 9:30. I also like to be up and dressed before Small Boy wakes up. To be sure of this, I need to hit the shower by 6am. Back before Small Boy, I could drop in bed at 8 if I wanted to, and didn't have to roll out til 7am. That's a huge difference in sleeping patterns.
So anyway, still not bouncing, but hopefully the second trimester will look up. You really do get a lot of your energy back then. Crossing my fingers.
I'm due in mid to late May.
I should also say that Small Boy and Husband are both compeltely elated, and they have been great. Small Boy kisses the baby goodnight every night. Husband has been so good about helping me and giving me space to be miserable and to sleep.
I should also say that we are incredibly paranoid and gunshy about pregnancy. Prior to this post, the number of people outside our house who knew was about ten. I am technically of "advanced maternal age," which means I will be having an amnio, and this is considered a high risk pregnancy. I have actually already had TWO ultrasounds, because I had some bleeding in the early weeks. I'm actually feeling very not sure about posting yet, before we get the amnio results, but Husband has finally told his colleagues at the office and Cellmate is DYING for me to tell people here. (I had to tell her. When I started drinking milk in the office and being gone for weird doctor visits, I was going to have to either start telling gigantic lies or just let her in on the secret.) Anyway, anything horrible happens, and you'll certainly see it here.
All that said, I'd like to extend apologies for my distance these last few weeks. I limp through my friends page, read without commenting, can't face anything too complicated, have trouble getting up the energy for replies to comments. I've been generally wallowing in my misery and too tired for words. I'm hoping I'll be my normal self soon, but I intend to blame everything weird and anti-social about myself on being pregnant for about another 8 months (got the post partum thing going on and all...).
And now I feel like I need a pregnancy icon. Maybe I can scan in a picture of my huge belly from right before Small Boy was born. Oh! Or maybe the picture of him when he just came out! All red, wrinkly and slimy! :p Anyway, with all the whining, I feel the attached is moderately appropriate.
In fact, I am just about to start the second trimester of my third pregnancy.
The very small backstory. Pregnancy one was a miscarriage. Pregnancy two was Small Boy, approximately 7.5 years ago.
I have to say, this baby has been wiping the floor with me.
Small Boy was ridiculously easy. I clearly remember being pretty queasy with him - for exactly two days. Then the worst symptom was migraine headaches, which went away as soon as I broke down and actually took Tylenol, followed by leg cramps, which I learned to dectect as they were starting. All I had to do to stop them was flex my foot and go back to sleep.
But this one. I am just starting to feel remotely human again after approximately two months of just feeling ill. Not throwning up, or anything, but just constantly queasy, like I could throw up at any moment. Very unpleasant. I am happy to report that for about three days now, I have only had isolated twinges of nausea. I am hoping this is a good sign and that as I enter the second trimester, it really will just go the fuck away!
As bad as the nausea, I have been completely and utterly exhausted. I have been working my normal 40 hour week. I get home, and I feel like I'm going to die. I'm sound sensitive, queasy, and practically panting just from trying to walk around. Some evenings have been worse than others, but it's been ugly. On the weekends, I go to bed a 9pm on Friday night, sleep to 7:30, get up, feed Small Boy, do a couple of things around the house, and by 11am am ready for my three-hour nap.
Cellmate points out that she had a similar experience. Not tired with first child, exhausted with second. We posit that this may be just the nautral mommy workload catching up with you. On a weeknight, when Husband goes to bed early, I don't like to go to bed before I *know* Small Boy is asleep. Even if I'm really good, and go to bed as soon as that happens, the earliest I can usually get to bed is 9:30. I also like to be up and dressed before Small Boy wakes up. To be sure of this, I need to hit the shower by 6am. Back before Small Boy, I could drop in bed at 8 if I wanted to, and didn't have to roll out til 7am. That's a huge difference in sleeping patterns.
So anyway, still not bouncing, but hopefully the second trimester will look up. You really do get a lot of your energy back then. Crossing my fingers.
I'm due in mid to late May.
I should also say that Small Boy and Husband are both compeltely elated, and they have been great. Small Boy kisses the baby goodnight every night. Husband has been so good about helping me and giving me space to be miserable and to sleep.
I should also say that we are incredibly paranoid and gunshy about pregnancy. Prior to this post, the number of people outside our house who knew was about ten. I am technically of "advanced maternal age," which means I will be having an amnio, and this is considered a high risk pregnancy. I have actually already had TWO ultrasounds, because I had some bleeding in the early weeks. I'm actually feeling very not sure about posting yet, before we get the amnio results, but Husband has finally told his colleagues at the office and Cellmate is DYING for me to tell people here. (I had to tell her. When I started drinking milk in the office and being gone for weird doctor visits, I was going to have to either start telling gigantic lies or just let her in on the secret.) Anyway, anything horrible happens, and you'll certainly see it here.
All that said, I'd like to extend apologies for my distance these last few weeks. I limp through my friends page, read without commenting, can't face anything too complicated, have trouble getting up the energy for replies to comments. I've been generally wallowing in my misery and too tired for words. I'm hoping I'll be my normal self soon, but I intend to blame everything weird and anti-social about myself on being pregnant for about another 8 months (got the post partum thing going on and all...).
And now I feel like I need a pregnancy icon. Maybe I can scan in a picture of my huge belly from right before Small Boy was born. Oh! Or maybe the picture of him when he just came out! All red, wrinkly and slimy! :p Anyway, with all the whining, I feel the attached is moderately appropriate.
