First let’s start off with the positives. Take a look at this belly!!
Thumper is happily thumping around my tummy, making himself at home. He seems to be totally unaware of the goings on of his Mommy. Which I am grateful for.
To say that I am having a rough time is probably the understatement of the pregnancy. I know I have a tendency to make things sound worse than they are but seriously, I don’t think my body was made to handle pregnancy. It seems as though the “grace period” that I had recently, where I was actually enjoying being pregnant is now over. Just in the last four days I have managed to experience all the worst things with both my previous pregnancies.
What I’m about to explain is gross and disgusting, if you don’t appreciate that kind of thing, stop reading. It started on Friday night with feeling queasy. I kind of dismissed it until the sulphur burps started. Yes. I burp and it smells like sulphur (rotten eggs for all those non-science people like myself). It is really so gross that just thinking about it makes me want to vomit again. I knew from experience that this meant that there was going to be vomit in my near future, but I had a glass of milk (which usually helped with Riya) and then went to bed. At 3.30 I woke up in a cold sweat fighting the urge to let loose in the toilet. But to no avail, the next minute I literally had to jump out of bed and run. The smell of sulphur was enough to start the process. It was like thick balls that were so acidic that my throat burned for most of the rest of the day. I managed to get back into bed at 4, only to wake up for round 2 at 4.30. Finally at 5 I got back into bed and managed to get some shaky sleep until 7, where, yes, it happened again!
By this time the girls were awake and would not let me close them out of the bathroom. Riya was standing behind me rubbing my back saying, “me luff Mommy”. But finally I think it was all out, thank goodness and I proceeded through the rest of the day without eating much, but enjoying a lovely spa visit with my friendlies! What a treat. But even with the preggy massage, I am still feeling the pain of all my muscles that were so wrenched and abused by all the vomiting.
Now yesterday started with something that I only experienced in the pregnancy with Kyla. I got to work and all of a sudden I couldn’t see properly. It was like a curvy white and rainbow light was in front of my eyes and to actually see or read anything I had to look above or below it. Then came the migraine. Panado managed to take the bright lights away, but it’s no real match for a migraine. Thankfully it was not as intense as the one that I experienced with Kyla which had me curled up in a ball, but the thick ache wouldn’t go away until I got home.
So ja, things are tough right now and honestly I am feeling so very sorry for myself. I can’t help it. I am really trying to get over myself because despite how it seems, I really and truly hate having to write negative updates every week. I look at other people thriving, and looking and feeling so radiantly beautiful during their pregnancies that I can’t help but feel a bit jealous. (Although, I am so glad that they are able to cruise through pregnancy without any trouble, I would hate it if anyone else had to experience this too). But then again, I am in no way saying that I am taking this pregnancy for granted. I am so thankful that I can bear children, despite the ups and downs that it entails.
Here’s to the next 15 weeks!