It’s so surreal being in the single digit weeks category.
For the past week, I’ve been battling a wretched cold/allergies thing. Yesterday I told my husband, “I’m just not in the mood to be pregnant!! Maybe next week!” Lol. As though I can put this off. Thankfully, this bean is being a pretty good renter. I’m generally nauseated, but mostly when I havent eaten in a while. I’m peeing more, but that’s because I’ve been drinking more water in an effort to stave off the unavoidable pig feet. My boobs are, well, tender, but if I dont poke them, they dont hurt.
My clothes are already fitting tighter… this despite the fact that I’ve dropped 4lbs since the beginning of this week. I think most of that droppage was the fact that I’m also currently still fighting off effing food poisoning. Oh yeah, I didnt mention that, did I? Yes. Last Friday I had to go to the hospital because I was tired of fighting it on my own. The funny thing is, they did a pregnancy test in order to give me a CT scan. The test came back negative. That’s why I was so surprised. But, ya know, you cant do a blood test, or any test really, so soon after conception. So yeah.
Anyway. I’m just feeling generally exhausted and bloaty, as far as pregnancy symptoms go. Oh, and I absolutely cannot under any circumstances eat dairy. Again. I guess I’m gonna have to buy stock in Lactaid if this shit continues.
I am grateful I have been given another day to be this bean’s mother.