To hurl or not to hurl? That is the question.
Well, it seems that my body has officially decided to remind me I am pregnant every blessed day, which, I don't exactly want. I have this sneaky little 'theory' that if I don't think about this pregnancy as much as I thought about the last one, then everything will be fine and the baby will make it. What? My 'theory' makes perfect sense to me. Don't knock it. (Can you just see 9 months down the road, when I am still practicing said theory and I have to tell everyone that I am just really, really hungry? Now pass the damn chicken, yes, the WHOLE chicken!)
To sum it up, my brain and my body are not agreeing about the proper way to house a wee little fetus in my uterus.
Brain: La de da. Were those two pink lines I saw a couple of weeks ago on a stick? How interesting. Truly. Now, where can I score some guacamole?
Body: You will throw up now! HAHA! JUST KIDDING! Or am I? You'll never know! You are getting very queasy...but don't run to the bathroom! Nothing will happen! You want to hurl don't you? Well you won't! Nannie nannie boo boo! I will trick you with my mad morning sickness skillz. (Repeat 3 bajillion times a day.)
I am already quite tired of how my body is choosing to deal with this pregnancy. But, I really shouldn't complain because my morning sickness gives me hope that things are different this time around. I didn't have these symptoms with the last pregnancy, and the symptoms I did have vanished; poof! in record time. I keep telling myself that I should be seeing this queasiness as a blessing, and really I am just trying to trick myself into being happy in the midst of wanting to yak everywhere. So far it's sort of working, and by sort of I mean not really.
When I pictured myself pregnant I imagined a glowy, excited, radiant, smiley, happy me, complete with cute maternity shirt and perfect hair. I did not picture someone whose morning, afternoon, and sometimes evening, would be spent debating whether or not to run back and forth to the bathroom or for the love of pete just stay put because moving less is always a good thing when you think your food may become a rental.
I am still holding fast to the image of the glowy, radiant me because that would be just dandy. Though any image of me pregnant is dandy because that means that I am pregnant. (Oh really? Wow, I am smart. S-M-R-T.)
Next Thursday I go in for my first ultrasound so I can find out how far along I am because right now I have no clue. The only thing I do know is my bladder continues to shrink and my stomach likes to do roundoffs and impress my liver, gall bladder, and spleen with the fact that it can sometimes do a front pike somersault.
To sum it up, my brain and my body are not agreeing about the proper way to house a wee little fetus in my uterus.
Brain: La de da. Were those two pink lines I saw a couple of weeks ago on a stick? How interesting. Truly. Now, where can I score some guacamole?
Body: You will throw up now! HAHA! JUST KIDDING! Or am I? You'll never know! You are getting very queasy...but don't run to the bathroom! Nothing will happen! You want to hurl don't you? Well you won't! Nannie nannie boo boo! I will trick you with my mad morning sickness skillz. (Repeat 3 bajillion times a day.)
I am already quite tired of how my body is choosing to deal with this pregnancy. But, I really shouldn't complain because my morning sickness gives me hope that things are different this time around. I didn't have these symptoms with the last pregnancy, and the symptoms I did have vanished; poof! in record time. I keep telling myself that I should be seeing this queasiness as a blessing, and really I am just trying to trick myself into being happy in the midst of wanting to yak everywhere. So far it's sort of working, and by sort of I mean not really.
When I pictured myself pregnant I imagined a glowy, excited, radiant, smiley, happy me, complete with cute maternity shirt and perfect hair. I did not picture someone whose morning, afternoon, and sometimes evening, would be spent debating whether or not to run back and forth to the bathroom or for the love of pete just stay put because moving less is always a good thing when you think your food may become a rental.
I am still holding fast to the image of the glowy, radiant me because that would be just dandy. Though any image of me pregnant is dandy because that means that I am pregnant. (Oh really? Wow, I am smart. S-M-R-T.)
Next Thursday I go in for my first ultrasound so I can find out how far along I am because right now I have no clue. The only thing I do know is my bladder continues to shrink and my stomach likes to do roundoffs and impress my liver, gall bladder, and spleen with the fact that it can sometimes do a front pike somersault.
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