For the record, I am not of the school of thought that several years of infertility treatment means that you must love pregnancy, labor and motherhood. I think you still get to hate it a good bit. In the event you don’t want to hear me whining, you might want to check back in six weeks or so, when, God willing, I will be less sick.
The vomiting stopped. I am still sick, but at least keeping minimal food and beverages down.
I have found a wonderful food that still tastes the same as it did before I got pregnant: chocolate ice cream.
I am not really a sweets and junk food person, but damn that ice cream is good.
I also went through a liter and a half of ginger ale, more cornflakes than I can count, six bourekas (smallish), some chocolate-covered cookies, some chicken and I managed to get my prenatal vitamins down with minimal dry heaviness.
Current concerns: This seems to work well as long as all I have to do is stay in bed. Unfortunately, tomorrow I need to go to a doctor’s appointment and work. Both involve taking a bus. This could end badly.
There is some fear that when they do the ultrasound tomorrow they might just see a giant cornflake. Cause I eat a lot of those now. We are hoping also to see a heartbeat. I will be six weeks, two days tomorrow.
This does all go away eventually, right? I can’t live like this for another 34 weeks.
Since it’s been a few posts without a poop tag, lemme just tell you that that whole department has shut down too. I’m hoping solid foods will get things … umm … moving again.