Boy oh boy have these past few weeks been insanely hard. I actually had some sort of delutional thought that because I wouldn’t be working this time around that things would actually be EASIER for me. HA! Do you know, it’s about 1,000 times harder taking care of a toddler and being pregnant than it ever was working and being pregnant. Sure, when I was pregnant with Emmett it was certainly trying most days because I was at a job I hated with no work to keep my mind off of what was going on with me but this is a whole new level of work I never saw coming. When I worked at DU, at least I could go on walks during lunch and grab whatever sounded good to eat or I could sit at my desk for hours on end staring at a screen wishing the hours would pass faster. When I got home I would immediately make myself something to eat, turn the TV on and plant myself there the rest of the night. This started promptly at 4:55pm every. single. night until I felt better around week 17 or 18. I don’t have quite that luxury anymore. My days are filled with chasing after a little buddy, telling him “no” constantly, watching over him like a hawk so that he doesn’t eat bouillon cubes by the handful (yes, I caught him doing that this afternoon), and entertaining him every single second he’s awake. This is much more challenging than working at a computer all day long. Not to mention I have to feed the kid things that sound absolutely horrible to me and make me gag just by making this stuff for him. I pray for nap times to be long and I have count downs til the next nap or bedtime. I have no idea why this is so difficult. I used to love nap times for the simple fact that I could get so much accomplished! Now I just need a nap myself! It’s a very different lifestyle than the one I used to lead. I suppose my saving grace is knowing that this won’t last the rest of my life…only a short 8 more months (ha! short!). I asked Chad last night if he remembered if I ever felt better with Emmett because it’s such a distant memory of mine. He assured me I did turn a corer at some point during the pregnancy although we both thought it was well into the second trimester. Thankfully I am 9 weeks this week which is so close to double digits. I know that some claim that with the 2nd pregnancy they lose track of the weeks and I think that is absurd. I have been overly obsessed counting down every day of the week and rejoicing that another week has somehow crawled by. I’ll tell you what, if you want your life to slow waaaaay down, like to a snails pace then don’t go on vacation or quit your job…Get pregnant! I remember with Emmett those were the longest 10 months of my life and I don’t foresee this one being any different.
So let’s start off actually with week 5. By the start of week 5 I was still holding strong and feeling pretty great. The only sign that pregnancy was looming was that I felt incredibly fatigued at every waking hour. I still got up and ran the dog her usual 2-3 miles finished off by another 2-3 miles on my own. I would then come home and get ready for the day, get Emmett up and we’d eat and play together for a while. But at about 9am every day I would start to become overly tired. My body would just shut down and need a nap. I have never been a napper so I tried very hard to push this feeling off. Thank goodness Emmett has started taking morning naps again or I would have never made it through the day. Emmett would go down around 9 or 10 and mama wouldn’t be far behind. I would usually sleep for a good 30 min. to an hour. It felt amazing when Emmett would sleep for two hours in the morning because that also meant I could sleep for an hour and then be productive without my little helper for an hour. So this schedule was working for me and I kind of hoped it had continued a tad bit longer but unfortunately that weekend came and on Saturday I woke up feeling oddly queasy. I still got up and ran and Chad and I took a walk with Emmett and got coffee (still tasted fine) but as the day went on I started feeling more and more nauseated and needed extra rest. It was a bad feeling. The next day I felt even worse. I tried running for my usual 5 miles and couldn’t even do that. I felt like vomiting throughout the entire run. When I got home I thought I was going to faint or something. We had plans to meet up with my parents for brunch so we headed out that direction. The only thing that sounded half way decent was chicken noodle soup. After we ate I felt a tad bit better but still had that underlying feeling of queasy. Throughout that next week I felt terrible. I could barely manage getting out of bed. Wednesday night my aunt came into town so I ended up spending the night up at my parents house so she could spend some time with Emmett. That next morning was one of the worst mornings that I can remember. I was exactly 6 weeks and could barely get down a piece of toast and an egg. However, once I did I felt well enough to take the dog on a walk. I was an overachiever and decided to take her for 5 miles. Wow, very poor decision on my part. I can’t believe that I chose to do that. I almost vomited on the green belt and wanted to faint. I hated life when I got home. I hoped right back into bed with a throbbing headache and just laid there for about 30 minutes. Holy hell it was awful. Somehow I forced myself to get out of bed and get ready for the day. I also made myself eat a cheese quesadilla and some Gatorade. I did feel better after that. The rest of that day was spent with my aunt and mom in Boulder. I actually ended up not feeling too terrible and when I got home, I was able to put Emmett down for a nap and nap myself as well. It felt really good and recharged me enough to be able to go to a friends for burgers!
So the 6th week wasn’t much better. We had our first ultrasound on August 2. As a side note I can’t stand my OB’s staff at her office and sadly will be changing practitioners here pretty quick. I won’t even go into the actual appointment but it was rough. I waited around forever to be seen and they got my scheduling completely wrong. It was a bad day to say the least. Anyways, I went alone this time around did see a little embryo that was measuring right at 6 weeks. There was a heartbeat too which isn’t always seen at the 6 week appointment so I considered myself lucky. I also got a prescription written for some Zofran which if you haven’t heard is a magic pill. This week also brought on the constipation. I don’t remember having this problem with Emmett. I do remember I didn’t go nearly as often as I should have been going but I never remember my trips being painful like they are this time around. I have experienced lovely pregnancy constipation now for about a month. I finally broke down today (almost 10 weeks in) and took some meds for this little problem. We’ll see what happens. Anyways, back to week 6, we traveled this week. We went to Myrtle Beach with my family and I was so looking forward to this trip but it was rough. It’s not easy traveling while pregnant. Luckily I did alright through the travel part (must have been adrenaline) but that week I just felt like I had a lump in my throat and an ongoing headache. It was hard going to the pool everyday and trying to enjoy it while feeling such horrible nausea day in and day out. I ate a lot of grapenuts and cheese and crackers while we were there. The worst night I had there was when Chad and I were supposed to go on a date on Tuesday night. I had napped for the afternoon and when I got up from my nap I felt awful. I ran to the toilet and dry heaved. My mom begged me to take another Zofran which I’m really against because I don’t like taking more than one a day but I felt so horrible that I knew that would be the only thing to bring me a little big of relief. I did actually start to feel better so we left for our date. It turned out to be a very pleasant evening. We went for Italian for dinner and the only thing that could have made the evening even a little bit better would have been a glass of vino with dinner. Here’s another weird thing about being in Myrtle Beach. I thought our condo smelled like rotten fish. Every time we’d walk through the front doors I’d start to dry heave. Finally my mom pulled out some perfume that she had with her and kept it by the entry way so that every time I walked in I could spray it. Even thinking back on it makes me dry heave a little bit. Anyways, I made it through week 6 unharmed and in one piece but I knew it could only get worse before getting better (oh wait, I’m still waiting for it to get better)…
Week 7 started in Myrtle Beach. We were half way through our vacation. I tried so hard to make the most of it but it was tough putting on a happy face and being around family acting like everything was totally normal. I did end up telling my Dad’s side because even though I don’t think they know me or my personality what so ever, I could tell they probably thought I was a little standoffish at times. Hopefully that helped them understand a little bit what I was going through. I started 7 weeks on Thursday and Saturday we traveled home. I actually did surprisingly well on the travel home. When we got to Denver though, I was ready to be put out of my misery. When we drove home I dry heaved in a little plastic baggy. That was the closest I’ve gotten to throwing up. Once we got home I just wanted to go to bed. I don’t even remember feeling relief when I got into bed. The next morning I was even worse off so we spent all day laying around and letting me recoup from the trip. Starting off the next week was rough since I was going at it alone. To be honest, I don’t even remember what we did that week. I just remember that every day was a miracle to get through. We did have a few playdates set up which did help me get my mind off things but it was still sort of rough.
Week 8 was probably the most social week we’ve had. We were out and about every single day and even on the weekend we had things planned with our friends from when we lived in the condo. Emmett and I also went to the pool with some friends and did some shopping. I actually started back exercising a little bit too during this week. I ran 2 miles and walked 1 and then by the end of the week I had run 3 miles non stop.
So I suppose that brings us up to date at week 9! Phew…This week has been a doosy. Week 9 started off last week on Thursday with Chad having to work late on Thursday night. Oh my gosh. You would have thought it was the end of the world. I felt so sick and when I found out he wasn’t going to be home until well after Emmett’s bedtime I cried and cried. I just wanted some help and time to relax. It was actually the last thing I wanted to hear from him. I also joined a gym on Thursday as a bday gift to Chad since he’s been talking about going now for a while and I was able to get in a nice Elliptical workout while Emmett stayed in child care. It felt pretty good to workout in a gym for a change. Nice way to start the weekend and he brought home pizza for dinner. Oddly enough, I thought this would sound good but I literally forced myself to swallow every bite. I didn’t find it that appetizing. We stayed up way too late watching our new favorite show master chef. Saturday and Sunday were pretty bad. I just felt crummy all day both days. I don’t know why? I had just a queasy feeling all day on Saturday and then on Sunday I had a headache that just wouldn’t go away all day long. My head was just pounding. We went to my parents house after Emmett woke up from a nap on Sunday and they along with Chad helped with Emmett the rest of the day. I could barely keep my eyes open and it felt so good to just lie on the couch. I think I plopped myself down at 1:30 and didn’t get up until about 4. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hate this but feel so blessed that I’m able to do this all in the same sentence. Anyways, that night wasn’t much different and I felt pretty terrible all evening as well. My mom made a lovely dinner of baked beans and burgers and we brought the potato salad. Unfortunately the only thing I wanted for dinner was crackers and cheese. So, that’s exactly what I ended up having. Blah. When we got home Chad and I were both in bed by 8:30pm. I think I fell asleep at 9 which made for a much better morning. Monday was ok. Emmett took a massive 4 hour nap in the middle of the day from 10-2 so when he woke up we went downstairs and played until Chad got home around 3:30. We have been blessed with the gift of babysitters aka grandparents this week. Chad’s parents got here at about 4:30 Monday night and will be here until Friday. They have been nothing short of wonderful. They have totally taken Emmett over and have pretty much let me run my own show. If I want, I can get up in the morning or not. I can nap, run errands, workout, eat lunch…all without a baby. They have taken him over 100%. It feels like I have somewhat of a life back and am not just going through the motions. Granted I’ve only napped and gone as far as a few blocks away to pick up some items I’ve been meaning to get for a while now but it’s still been nice to do whatever I want to by myself. When I’m tired I sleep. When I’m hungry I eat. When I’m gross I shower. All of this whenever I feel like it, not run by a toddlers schedule. Again, I don’t want to give the wrong impression. I love my little guy to bits but man oh man is it sure nice to have a few days off! My parents have even offered to take him overnight on Saturday so that Chad and I can wake up in the morning and just LIE IN BED! Doesn’t get much better than that! But seriously, what would we do without the help of our parents?
So that brings me to week 10. I will be 10 weeks tomorrow. I can’t hardly believe it. I’ll finally be in double digits. Maybe I will finally start seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. I still have about 4 weeks left of this first trimester but hopefully my hormones will start to level off and I’ll start at least being able to eat again. While I have been eating not much sounds good these days. A constant has been subway sandwiches. I also have enjoyed Cafe Rio chicken salads, cheese and crackers, mac. and cheese and cold cereal. That’s about it. I don’t crave these things I just know they won’t give me trouble if I eat them. With Emmett I felt like there was always something that I could eat but right now I feel as though I don’t want to eat anything! I hate meal times and the thought of actually having to prepare something grosses me out so I’ve been going out more than I’d like to admit.
Hang in there Linds, only 30 more weeks 🙂