...I gag when I brush my teeth and I don't really feel like myself.
Let me just start by saying that I LOVE being pregnant. I love that God has blessed me with the miracle of life. I know there are so many women out there who are dying to be pregnant. So many women that are heartbroken every time they hear of someone else getting pregnant. I know because I was that woman once. So...I have to make it very clear that I LOVE BEING PREGNANT. Unfortunately, I'm not thrilled with the way I feel when I'm pregnant. I'm only 9 weeks in and all the symptoms that I had last time are already setting in. Here are my TOP TEN complaints about how I feel:
10. I gag every time I brush my teeth. Something about all the toothpaste in my mouth makes me want to throw up.
9. The smell of soap is like the smell of manure. We used to have Irish Spring and I couldn't even stand to cuddle Chad after he showered. We switched to Dove and it's slightly better. But I think I'm going to have to switch to something with no scent at all.
8. Gagging over the sink is a bit embarrassing. I very frequently stand and gag over the sink. It could be a smell or just something that makes me feel better for a moment. It's embarrassing.
7. I can't do much cooking. Cooking meat, garlic, anything really is a serious chore. Right now I am cooking pasta and baked potatoes. Poor Chad has to cook his own food and often he cooks for Brooks as well. Everyone is suffering.
6. Dirty diapers are the worst. Chad graciously changes diapers when he's home, but there have been a few times when Brooks poops in his diaper and I am the only one around. I try to breath out my mouth and not throw up on my son.
5. I have to constantly be eating. It's actually a chore. I have to remind myself to eat every few hours otherwise I get sick.
4. Acid Reflux has set in again. I threw up twice last night just because of the acid in my system. It feels like my food is just sitting on top of my stomach instead of being digested. Instead of burping...I throw up. Gross.
3. Almost every afternoon is when my nausea sets in. That means that I don't really feel like playing with Brooks or being active at all. I eat to feel better, and then I throw up to feel better, and then I have to eat again. It's a vicious cycle.
2. Forget sleeping in on the weekends. I HAVE to wake up to eat. I drag myself out of bed to eat something and some times I can go back to bed, but often I'm up for the day. I joke that between this, having an infant, and breastfeeding for a year -it'll be two years before I get to sleep in again.
1. I'm exhausted. Working all day with 19 first graders, coming home and attempting to play with Brooks, making dinner (kind of), and hanging out with Chad is leaving me completely wiped out. My bed time is getting earlier and earlier. And 5:45 am comes WAY too soon every morning.
With all of that off my chest, I was telling Chad that really in the end, you forget about all of this. I "remember" feeling bad with Brooks but really I don't. Does that make sense? All of these aliments are only temporary, and in the end a new life is born. And having a healthy baby is really the only thing that matters. 7 more months of this and a lifelong with another child...not much to compare.
