8 Weeks

Happy New Year, everyone!  Hope you had a wonderful holiday and are jazzed for a fresh trip ’round the sun.

We haven’t met our new doc yet, or had another ultrasound or anything, but I thought I’d do a little interstitial post.

I’m still rockin’ some serious fatigue, but I’ve gotten a bit used to it now, and find it a bit easier to manage.  I’m not requiring epic mid-day naps at the moment, (which is GREAT), but I do run out of juice easily and spend most of my evenings on the couch.  So far, “morning sickness” still hasn’t kicked in, but I am experiencing “evening gross”.  Sometime around 6pm, I start feeling generally icky.  Not really barfy, just kind of unwell, a little braindead, and really heavy.  Thus the many evenings spent on the couch.

The part that really sucks though, is being at reduced capacity and not feeling like I can accomplish anything.  I’m used to being a rockstar, and now I feel more like a rock.  Part of it is the fatigue/energy thing, but it gets to be a vicious cycle too… the less I do, the less I can do.  Of course it’s important to get a bit of exercise during pregnancy, and I know that getting a little blood/oxygen going always improves feelings of wellbeing, energy etc… so I need to do it.  But everything is stiff and sore, and even though I try to make myself go for a little walk or a bit of gentle yoga, I still feel like a lump.  Last week, my dear friend & massage therapist gave me an outstanding treatment, and before I even got off the table, I felt awesome.  I was all buzzy and energetic, and felt like… well, I felt like myself.  It was GREAT.  I hadn’t felt that good since Friday sunrise at Burning Man.  And you know what?  It lasted about half an hour.  When that rockstar feeling slipped away, and I started feeling heavy and gross like I always do in the evenings, the depression that came with it was epic.  I felt like I was never going to be awesome again.  Yes, I know it’ll pass, but still…it sucks right now.  I try to strike a balance between being grateful, and validating my grumpy feelings.  Go me.

Haven’t had any cravings yet, but I have some pretty clear aversions.  I ate a piece of cheese the other day (that I’ve previously tried and liked), and I totally flipped out.  The taste got right up into my sinuses, like smoke – sort of how it feels when you eat too much wasabi.  Yeah, gross.  Not eating that again.  Also?  Fresh basil.  Put some in my Vietnamese noodle soup the other day and thought I was going to hurl.  The smell was nasty to me, but the taste was even worse – I couldn’t finish my soup!  And I can smell everything.  I can’t wear my perfume right now, partially because even just a little bit smells too strong to me, but mostly because it’s an oil-based scent, and although I didn’t ever smell it before, I can smell the slightly off-ness of the oil which makes me gag.

But perhaps the most odd, and unfortunate newfound aversion, is this:  Zombies aren’t funny anymore.  I mean WTF?  I *love* zombie movies, am very entertained by zombie paraphernalia, have had a most excellent time dressed up as one, and even have awesome recurring zombie “dreams” that aren’t really nightmares, because really, zombies are pretty funny.  We discovered this by deciding to start watching Walking Dead, which we’d been really looking forward to.  We got not-very-far-into the first  episode, and I got all squirmy, my “evening gross” got even worse.  I figured out pretty quick that it must be a pregnant thing, which I can understand, but it’s still a bummer.   I made a deal with Frank to keep watching it, with the agreement that if it gets too much for me, we can shut it off.  Yeah, lame.

So that’s all the fun symptom-news.  Next update will likely be related to an ultrasound or something 🙂


3 Responses to “8 Weeks”

  1. Arwen Says:

    Oh, basil. I can see how that’d go wrong, smell-wise.

    If it helps, at all, consider this: even at rest, you are being a rockstar. Just increasing your blood supply and changing your body systems to accommodate pregnancy is the equivalent of setting up an entire one person show by yourself on little sleep. You’re working hard.

    Yes, exercise is a good thing, but so is rest in the first trimester. If you’re being sit on your butt, it’s because your body is asking for some time and space to do its magic. 4 more weeks until things level off a bit! 2nd trimester isn’t always full of energy, but it’s usually less fraught.

  2. Bebby Says:

    The zombie thing is super weird! But now we have something else in common!

  3. Hannah Says:

    Isn’t the sense of smell thing weird? I remember walking down the street and I would constantly be asking Matthew if he could smell all the things I was smelling. I also had to give up my perfume and, sadly, I have not started wearing it again. I didn’t want to have it on with having Joséphine constantly near me. Maybe once I head back to work. The only weird smell thing I had was a certain cheese pizza. It was particularly unfortunate for Matthew as it was his favorite pizza at the time and not only could I not eat it but I couldn’t even have the smell in the house. This lasted the entire pregnancy. Luckily for Matthew, my aversion to the smell did go away once Joséphine arrived. There is just no telling what will apeal to you and what will make you want to hurl. Thanks for sharing…I really enjoy your blog.

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