Being 8 weeks pregnant, or what it feels like to have vindictive aliens take over your body.
>> Wednesday, July 8, 2009
7 weeks, 5 days.Initially I thought I'd hit the first-ultrasound jackpot. Look at it resting there, its little feet kicking up a storm, playing soccer with some traveling piece of my insides! But, alas, the head--that's the yok sake. The feet--that's the head.
It already looks so much like us. Aw. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and that's such a nice substitute for the liquor I'm not drinking.So, this whole being pregnant thing? It kinda sucks. I'm hoping and praying to Demeter or whichever fertility god or goddess actually gives a shit to make this sickness go away. Soon.
I'm so tired that the prospect of working a twelve hour shift overnight tonight has made me cry already today. Twice.
I'm so emotional that I teared up moments ago when I had to pick up my dog's lovely, disgusting brown goop off the floor and then clean his poor, inflamed butt.
And all these years, I thought living with Crohn's Disease just might prepare me for this pregnancy battle one day. I can throw up with the best of them. I can endure stomach pain so bad it would bring a grown man to his knees without batting an eyelash.
Except, with pregnancy, throwing up doesn't make the evil queasiness go away. It. Never. Sleeps.
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2 comments:
I threw up so much when I was pregnant. Especially while in labor (yeah, that's really common apparently). In fact, while my husband was driving me to the hospital, I asked him to pull over so I could throw up. He pulled over in front of an Orthodox family on their way home from synagogue on Shabbot. I felt a little uncomfortable throwing up in front of them...
you should have done it and then shouted "l'chaim!"
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