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12 weeks now

Posted In: Everyday life — May 21, 2005 @ 3:11 am — Stephanie

Today I had my 12 week appointment. It went well, although I’m more than a bit disappointed that my Dr. forgot that she said she’d give me an ultrasound. Or, as Peter says, we misunderstood. This is a possibility, I suppose, as I’ve been more than a little scatterbrained lately. The doctor went over the bloodwork from my last appointment and everything is fine. My blood type is A+, same as Peter’s, so I don’t have to worry about the Rh factor drama any longer. Such a relief!

The nausea and vomiting continues… Last night, I started to take my prenatal and while opening it, I had to make a run for the toilet. Ugh. I threw up two more times and tried in vain to get some sleep. Eventually, I passed out from sheer exhaustion at about 9 am, after lying in bed for hours and hours. It wasn’t a very restful sleep and I probably only got 2 solid hours of it. So what am I doing up now, at 4 am? Yep, sick again. Peter is snoring away on the couch, with cats piled all around him. Bastard!

I’ve gained 5 lbs back, which is quite strange to me since I’ve been puking all week. I have been able to eat a little better, though. Still haven’t had any cravings or sent a harried Peter off on any misadventures at odd hours in the morning. He’s been good to me. A little dense sometimes, but once you tell him 5-6 times that his farting makes you feel like you are going to vomit, he eventually agrees to do so in a different room. He still eats ALL of my food, though!

Someone (*hint to my mother-in-law*) should impress upon him the seriousness of eating the ONLY food in the house that his pregnant wife can eat without it returning shortly after consumption. As much as I love my husband, I’ve thought it a good idea more than once to throttle him for such infractions as: eating ALL of my Cherry Nirvana Soy Delicious, eating 1/3 of the BIG watermelon in one sitting, creating truly disgusting smells that cause one to awe at it’s ability to linger for hours and hours at a time, and insisting, despite my severe allergies and discomfort, on opening all of the windows to “air out the house”. That last bit is the one that takes the cake, though. I can’t take allergy meds and am experiencing rather nasty sinus pressure, awful sinus headaches, irritated eyes, constant sneezing, and post-nasal drip that worsens my nausea. Yes, he likes the breeze the open doors and windows creates, but I like to breathe and live without allergy discomfort. I don’t understand why he always wins this argument, since it causes him no suffering to agree to use air conditioning when it’s warm. He thinks I should get a prescription for an allergy med that is safe to take with pregnancy, but I can barely take the pills I’m to take now without throwing them up. It’s NOT fair!

I am going to try to sleep again. I’m tired and crabby. As Peter likes to say, my crab claw is out and snapping at the unwary.

Ps. I have a secret fair that my teeth will rot during this pregnancy…from all the vomiting and not being able to brush as thoroughly as I usually do (due to exaggerated gag reflex).

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