Morning sickness – or rather, all day sickness – is alive and well in my household. It started on Monday (at exactly 6 weeks) and has progressively gotten worse since. I think I am starting to establish a pattern: Sick when I wake up, hold it together until I rush into my building at 6:30 where I promptly make a b-line to the bathroom. Barf. Feel crappy for an hour, but continue to eat everything I already packed for lunch because I’m so hungry. Start to feel better at 7:30 for an hour until the nausea kicks in again. Waver back and forth until lunch time, try to eat, barf again, feel pretty good until about 5:00, eat dinner, get sick again, and then feel fine the rest of the evening. I have tried eating small meals throughout the day. I have tried not eating. Nothing really seems to work…. I feel sick most of the time! What seems to sit well one day does not sit well the next day, and so on.
This is really not fun at the moment.
But you know, I am able to see the silver lining in it. I am not fatigued, which was one of my greatest fears with pregnancy. I feared I would be so tired that I couldn’t or wouldn’t have the energy to exercise. But I am fine as far as energy goes – in fact, I am sleeping so deeply at night with hardly waking up that I have more energy now than I did pre-pregnancy!
My intention today was to journal about the weight changes. I have actually lost weight this week – not intentionally, that’s for sure! I I would LOVE to keep some food down because I am freaking starving!! But I would be lying if I said there isn’t a small part of me that is relieved every time I step on the scale and realize that I haven’t packed on 10 pounds overnight as well. Because it is still hard to face weight gain after losing a lot of weight – even if it’s for a good reason.
I have written before about how, as a formerly obese person, I came to the realization that I would never have enough time as a thin person to enjoy being thin before giving my body over to house another human being for 9 months. Coming to accept that actually helped me be less resistant to the thought of gaining weight again after working so, so hard to take it off and keep it off. Sometimes just admitting you are having a hard time with something helps tremendously.
It’s just another one of those unknowns that bring up fear or anxiety. How much weight will I gain? Will I have a hard time getting it off? Am I doomed or destined to be overweight my whole life? I realize that I am getting ahead of myself, but at the same time, I think it’s good to be somewhat vigilant about these things, as well. Pregnancy isn’t really eating for two in the way that most people think it is. In fact, the first trimester, you only need about 100 calories more a day than you were previously eating. That’s like two handfuls of popcorn, which is not a whole lot! I have gone back and forth in the past 1.5 weeks since learning I was pregnant between “it’s ok, you’re pregnant, go ahead and eat it all and then some” to “good Lord woman, reel it in, would ya?!” I have read that it’s normal to gain between 3-5 pounds your first trimester. Listen, I could gain that in one weekend WITHOUT being pregnant! Personally I feel it’s more realistic to gain up to 10 lbs, but either way, I am thinking there are no hard and fast rules here. Everybody is different. As long as I am (trying) to eat enough for me and Baby Marathoner, and as long as I continue to exercise, I think the weight gain will all work out in the end the way it’s supposed to.
First ultrasound is scheduled for Monday – can’t wait!!