Awake and moving- those are two interesting concepts these days.
I'm blessed to say that my number one pregnancy symptom is fatigue. Maybe I shouldnt' use the word "blessed" because my on-the-go personality is going crazy with a 7 pm bedtime.
But honestly, I probably needed this rest.
My body definitely needed the rest.
And so did my marriage. I forgot how much I love just laying around with Justin. Nothing to do except for snuggle up and debate who killed Allison on Pretty Little Liars.
Anyway, I am lucky to say that I've had little to no morning sickness.
I haven't thrown up once!
A few times I've felt nauseous, but I drank some water and tried to eat a few crackers. If that doesn't work, I just take some TUMS and fall asleep.
Friday evening was the worst. I had heartburn from eating spicy soups at work earlier in the day. The only thing that sounded good was a grilled cheese, campbell's chicken noddle soup, and a Sprite. Thankfully Justin went to the store and whipped me up a dinner perfect for someone with the flu.
Saturday I tuned into a bear in hibernation! I truly slept / laid around watching the rest of Pretty Little Liars (yes, I'm addicted). The only time I got up and moving was around 6 pm. I went to pick up my pre-natal vitamins. Justin also called and asked me to pick up some lemons for my blueberry-lemon water.
Of course, I ended up picking up two bags of chips, chip dip, cake mix, icing, and stuff to make rice crispy treats. I'm happy to report that I didn't eat all of these foods for dinner. Instead, I spent the night baking for the Super Bowl festivities.
So in terms of craving, nothing has really taken over my life. I can tell you that the thought of Taco Bell makes me want to vomit on the spot. And my favorite snack is Special K cereal.
So let's talk about mood swings. Yes, I have them. And sorry for anyone who has been in my path during one of my breakdowns- I'm sorry...there is probably more to come.
I am usually a pretty emotional person, but now I find myself crying at more things than usual.
I cried at the end of the Butler game a few weeks ago. I don't even follow college basketball. I can't name a single player on the Butler team.
I cry during EVERY Hallmark commerical.
I cried when I saw a man running with his dog. Seriously- just a normal dog. And a normal guy. But they looked happy, so I cried. Maybe it's because I miss running (it's hard to run when you are sleeping).
I cry when I don't know what I want to eat. Or when nothing sounds good. Or if I see a sign for Taco Bell.
I cried when I heard a Lady Gaga song on the radio the other day. I have no clue where she is and that makes me sad.
Anyway, here is your recap:
- I'm a sloth.
- I haven't spent one evening beside the toilet.
- I'm obsessed with figuring out who killed Allison from Pretty Little Liars.
- Taco Bell makes me want to curl into a ball and cry.
- Because I cry about everything.