Vacation was awesome, wonderful, fabulous, etc. I’ll post about it when I have pictures uploaded.
One thing that has been tearing me up is the paralyzing fear of miscarriage. I’m not puking (but I DON’T, and my mother never did) and where that seems to be the Holy Grail of pregnancy symptoms, it worries me. And yes, I know that only 50 percent puke, and I know that there are people who BREEZE through the first tri (kb, for instance, who didn’t evenknow she WAS pregnant until 13 weeks, was it?) but I still worry. It is my nature, I guess.
Vacationing was a catch-22 for the worry. "Am I less tired, or just getting enough rest because I’m sleeping at will?" "Is the heartburn from dinner, or something else?" "Am I tired from the sun, or from the . . . .situation?" Plus, having a week to not be distracted by, say, work, was great, but means that I had lots of time to Worry. Which sucks.
So, I worry. Then, today I decide to go to the mall to take advantage of a promo coupon that’s a 15 dollar gift check to Lane Bryant, and head out. When I walk in, I smell. everything. I can smell burnt popcorn from god knows where, and the toppings at Sbarro, and people’s cologne, and the plastic of strollers roling by. Oh. Huh. And after being on my feet for 30-45 minutes, hoo doggie, TIRED. But I had to get groceries, where I was once again asaulted by smells. I could smell the fish in the bread aisle, and all of the meats at the back of the store. I could smell the different types of bread. And cookies. And cigarette smoke on people as they passed. Oh. Well then.
So, I need to relax, just a bit, and when I get paranoid that my ‘only symptom’ is the painful tits, I need to lookaround and say "OH WAIT. I’M ON VACATION and don’t GET TIRED at 3 because I gotup at 10 and dozed off on the beach at 1. I need to go to the MALL and test out the smeller again."
It’s good to be home. The cat is not letting us out of her sight, and when we finally crawled into bed at 3 am (flight was delayed by over 4 hours) she jumped into her position, squished between us, purring so loudly and for so long it was hard to get to sleep. She is going to be so pissed when the squidlet arrives.
Welcome home! I know you’re going to worry so I’m not going to bother saying “Don’t worry.” Just try not to drive yourself too crazy with it, ok? And yes, I was at 12.5 weeks before I got confirmation from the doctor that I was, in fact, pregnant with O.
I would call superhuman sense of smell a major pregnancy symptom. Just because you aren’t hurling doesn’t mean you aren’t pregnant. yay!
Aside from a bout with the flu, I haven’t thrown up yet (I am also not a puker). And they keep telling me there’s a baby in there! But I understand the anxiety…and don’t forget, the people who say that “the sicker you are, the healthier the baby is” are full of shit. They’re also the ones who say “it’s good luck if it rains on your wedding day.” Just a way to make you feel better about a crappy situation.
Amazing how “squidlet” can sound so endearing.