Well, that all changed two days ago when the nausea hit me like a ton of bricks. No lie - a ton of bricks. I am not throwing up, but sometimes think I'd feel better if I did. The nausea comes in waves; sometimes I'm feeling okay and then 3 seconds later, BAM! Bleh. It's pretty comical, though. This pregnancy is on a whole new level than my own pregnancies. It makes me wonder if it is due to the different DNA?? Either way, it's pretty cool. This stuff intrigues me.
I know I need to eat, but nothing is appetizing. Cooking dinner for my children is like Chinese water torture, I swear! "Momma, aren't you gonna eat dinner with us?" - umm, no. Sorry, kids; Momma's lucky to be able to just sit here next to you and not hurl from the smell. But, enjoy. Eat up!
Later that evening, I hadn't eaten and was brainstorming ideas of what I could possibly eat that wouldn't put me over the edge. Thinking about options was even tough. And then I came across "pizza". I really wanted pizza. We don't live in an area where you can get food delivered so scratch that idea. I contemplated making a frozen pizza, but ultimately decided against it and settled for a meatball hotpocket. Yeah, not even a close comparison and an awful substitution. But, I was able to eat it. The pizza thing, however, did not let up until I had it for lunch the following day. Now, I couldn't get close to a pizza even if I wanted to without blowing chunks.
I feel like everything is happening at once all of a sudden. I can't button my pants any longer and other people are starting to notice my "pooch". I figure it's just bloating. I'm only 6.5 weeks along. And then there's the saying... "you always pop quicker with every subsequent pregnancy." I texted this picture to K.
|Bloating or Belly? You be the judge.|