You’re going to be hearing a theme from me over the next several months. The theme is every pregnancy is different, every woman is different, and you just gotta do what you gotta do in every unique situation.
With my first pregnancy, I had nausea in the 1st trimester. A nurse taught me how to keep it under control by eating combinations of carbs and protein throughout the day. That method worked like a charm and I was able to function like a normal human being. And the nausea didn’t really last that long anyway. That was my story with 1st trimester symptoms on the first go-round. They hit fast and they left fast.
This time, though?
The nausea is full-on kicking my butt.
No amount of snacking on carbs and protein is helping. The only thing that gives me any relief whatsoever is sipping on 7-Up. And that’s just temporary. Any physical activity at all sends me to my knees, taking deep breaths, struggling to not throw up. I can’t do life. I can’t do dishes. I can’t do laundry. I can’t vacuum. I can’t go to the store.
And I can’t EAT. The mere sight of food sends me running from the kitchen most days. A meal that sounds amazing one moment could be revolting by the time I finish making it. I choke it down, because I need to eat, but it’s miserable.
So, today, I caved.
I called my OB’s office begging for some kind of meds to deal with the nausea. I can’t do this anymore. I have a life. I have a kid. A husband. A house. I need to be able to function. I need to be able to take a shower without feeling like I’m going to keel over by the time I’m done. I need to be able to unload and re-load the dishwasher. I need to be able to carry laundry baskets up from the basement so we all have clean clothes. I need to be able to do things for my little boy. I can’t keep spending every day sacked out on the couch sipping on 7-Up if I so much as try to do anything.
I was prepared for it this time, at least. With my first pregnancy, everything was a surprise and I found myself thinking When is this going to get FUN like everyone talks about? This time around, I know I’ll get to the fun part. I know this is only temporary.
But gosh darnit, I’m going to get it dealt with in any way I can. And I do not feel the least bit guilty or like a failure. Every pregnancy is different, every woman is different, and I’ve gotta do what I’ve gotta do.