Flashback: 2003 Tri-Sigma Formal After Party – White Residence. Kevin Strickland (now ordained Lutheran minister) pouring me shot after shot of Jagermeister, chased by PJ made with some indiscernible cheap clear liquor. Result: A solid round of hiccups that could wake up an entire hall (KJ, you remember) and Gretchen holding my hair back from the porcelain throne. Oh and who could forget the next day’s formidable reminder of the previous night’s antics: THE HANGOVER.
One of the bittersweet results of becoming pregnant is forgoing alcohol. I have to admit, it has been kind of nice to have a reason to abstain from drinking. Given, I’m only 3 weeks deep into knowing there’s a tadpole forming inside of me --- my sentiments are sure to change as time progresses. But with this cleansing, I thought that I would be free of alcohol’s ugly next-day-aftertaste.
Weeks 4, 5 and most of 6 I felt fantastic. Tired, but literally so excited I could hardly sleep. Week 7 is on the way and has reared its unsightly head with nausea. Basically, it feels like you’re hungover. All day. Which is awesome. Most of me considers it a blessing – obviously my body is working hard to nurture the baby. But part of me is just irritated that the prior night isn’t fuzzy with hilarious anecdotes that I can at least put in the memory box.
Other symptoms:
- Geico Caveman Syndrome: The hair on my head has grown thicker and faster than ever before. As has the hair on my legs and under my arms. Booo.
- Metallica: Not the band, but it’s what I’m calling the ever-present metallic taste in my mouth from the influx of hormones.
- The Anna Nichole: My.boobs.are.enormous. We’re talking back to the size they were in 8th grade, haha. Given, my enormous is humble at best, but they’re sore and definitely engorged.
- Rage Against the Machine: I am typically a happy person, however occasionally I want to slam people’s heads on my desk repeatedly and actually have a serious inclination to do so. That’s normal, right?
- Rip Van Winkle: All I want to do is sleep. All of the time. Nights are pretty restless right now. I think the baby uses that time to grow and my hormones spike at 3:00 am. Another awesome side effect.
- The Oprah Disorder: Some days I eat extremely healthy. Other days my diet consists of bacon, egg and cheese bagels and donuts. I’m still learning control, but it’s tough when you feel crappy. Not to mention I’m feeding an M&M, not an 8 pound baby just yet. I’m only supposed to consume an additional 300-500 calories a day which isn’t a lot!
In all seriousness, these symptoms are minor in comparison to the big picture. These funny signs are just a way of my baby telling me he/she is growing. Joe has been an absolute sweetheart through it all. Seeing the look of anticipation and love on his face melts any pain or nausea right away. Though that sentence could have induced nausea for some of you ;-) It’s ok. You can stop reading now.
3 comments:
This blog is hilarious and I am living my earlier pregnancy days in you. However, I'm glad it's you and not me!!!! I just started week 14, the second trimester!! Everyone said that once you hit the 2nd Tri everything is smooth sailing. Well....they should have seen me last night! UGH! But anyways we find out what the baby is the first of September!!!! The greatest joy that I have had is the growing belly, not to mention the boobs:)
I CANNOT believe that you are experiencing all these things so early. This is insane. You have a WILD ride ahead of you. Poor Joe. LMAO.
For the record it was 3 types of cheap clear liquor... Congrats!!!
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