Finally, FINALLY the nausea I’ve had for the past 5-6 weeks is letting up. It’s not so bad that I have to secretly run to the ’empty’ ladies room in our office building to dry heave, nor is it waking me up in the middle of the night. I never knew how awful you could feel from wanting to puke your guts up (and then not even getting the satisfaction of doing that 98% of the time — just a lot of gagging). My need to eat 24/7 has also finally gone away, at the expense of no longer fitting into any of my old clothes except one pair of capris and my dresses/skirts. It’s time to eat more healthily.
Instead of nausea, I’ve been getting headaches that feel like someone is trying to put an ice pick through my skull. Only once did I break down and take one Tylenol. Another fun symptom, one that I haven’t had since I was a kid, is nosebleeds. Apparently, the extra estrogen and progesterone are causing all sorts of extra blood to run to the mucous membranes, resulting in more-fragile capillaries in your nose. And it also makes you more congested/stuffy — exactly how I feel every morning when I wake up.
I’m not falling asleep by 8:30 pm anymore, either. I can make it until 11 pm if I want to, but I think I still require more sleep. There are the occasional after-dinner naps still.
There’s the strange twinges in my lower abdomen, where my uterus is rising through my pelvis, which are apparently round ligament pain. It’s an odd feeling — cramp-like, but not like menstrual cramps. More akin to a pulling sensation.
Moving on to constipation. Wow. Nothing I more I really need to say about that, right? Trying to increase my fiber intake to get things moving a bit better.
And my recent favorite, the end-of-day bloating. I start out the day pretty okay — my stomach isn’t sticking out too far (that would be “food baby” rather than “baby baby”). But no matter what I eat, by the end of the day, I wind up looking 6 months pregnant. Bloating also brings with it what I like to call “air flow” issues. I’m drinking a lot of water/seltzer during the day, but now that I’m writing about it, I wonder if the carbonation in the seltzer is partly to blame.
Ah, the joy of pregnancy, right? You men are lucky you don’t have to go through this. Mr. NSF actually told me the other day that he can’t wait to see me ‘waddling’ around to go to the bathroom 10 times a day. Nice, right?