I only had 3 pills left, and they'd been prescribed by my RE, and my OB hadn't heard of them when we told him I was taking them back at the 8 week appointment (yeah, Idk what that's about). So day 1 without them was fine! I don't think I took one Tuesday night (I always took them before bed) and I felt pretty good on Wednesday and got a little ahead of myself. I thought, hey, we're close to the end of the first trimester, maybe the nausea is over! Yeah.. wrong-o! It was back in full force the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. Etc. It was mostly just extreme nausea without actual vomit, but that's probably because I HATE throwing up. I know, who doesn't? But I REALLY hate it. Like I do everything in my power not to throw up. EVERYTHING. I can't even explain how much I hate it. Did anyone read that Hellogiggles.com article on Emetophobia- or the fear of throwing up- a few weeks ago? Because I did. And I think I have that. No, but really. I really don't think it's just hypochondria!
Speaking of hypochondria, E and I quote this kid approximately once per week. Watch the first 45 seconds of this clip from The Switch. So funny.
"Oh my G-d... I have that!"
Anyway. I definitely threw up a couple of times last week... including one time when all I had in my stomach was one of my enormous, gross-tasting prenatal vitamins- I was on my way to the kitchen to eat! I can't even explain how gross that was. But on Sunday, it was epic. We went to E's ollllld family friend's wedding in Manhattan (their moms met through the "homeschooling network" and became friends- yep, E was home-schooled until 3rd grade!). It was a really nice wedding, and I was feeling pretty okay Sunday morning but E convinced me to take a preemptive nausea pill "just in case". So I did, and then we grabbed a bagel on the way to the subway (we sat and ate it in the bagel shop- I hate eating on the subway). And then the subway ride was horrible. I got superrrrr nauseous. I had a mini can of ginger ale in my coat pocket (ha ha, true story!) but it only made things worse. E told me, "worst case scenario, you'll run to the door between the trains, throw up out the door, and it'll be done." RIGHT. Clearly, he's never seen me vomit. Idk what he was thinking. I'm no freaking MacGyver!
K so I was tired when we got there and faded more and more as time went on. By the time it was over I was about to fall over. E graciously agreed to get a cab home instead of making me take another hellish and nauseous subway ride, and I thought that'd be a great solution.... WRONG. Riding in a cab in Manhattan is kind of like riding a bucking bronco. The drivers speed up to catch the lights and then juuuust miss it and brake hard, there's swerving, there's potholes... it's not pretty. By the time we'd gotten to the Manhattan bridge I was beyond ready to jump out and vomit, but I held it in for the additional 15+ minutes it takes to get to our apartment in Brooklyn. I even paused to collect myself in our lobby before calmly walking up the 4 flights of stairs and waited for E, who had the key. And then as soon as the door was open, I ran for the bathroom... and it was terrible. THE. FREAKING. WORST. But afterwards, I got right into bed, and E sat with me and started writing a grad school paper, and in the morning he said I was dead asleep in 5-10 minutes, which is shocking. I neverrrr fall asleep quickly.
This morning I woke up STARVING and thought about all of the foods I wanted to eat. I decided on 1 piece of pizza and that I'd make a spicy kani/coleslaw salad that our friend makes on Shabbos that I LOVE. Spicy food hasn't been affecting my stomach, so I figured that'd be fine. E went to pick up a couple of slices of pizza for us for lunch, and I got halfway through mine before I had to vomit AGAIN. What. the. HECK?
So, yeah. It's been a rough week. We have our 12 week appointment on Wednesday, so you know I'll be talking to him about this. I can barely keep anything down... and forget vitamins. I can barely look at them without gagging. #hotmess alert. This poor kid.
How far along: 11 weeks 6 days
Size of baby: A lime, apparently!
Physical symptoms: Sore boobs. Bloated on and off. Exhausted. Super sensitive to smells, very "gaggy", crazy nauseous, and VOMITING a ton (see above post, haha). Some weird cravings/food aversions. The weird dreams are back.
Weight gain/loss: Same! No gain, no loss.
Maternity clothes: Not yet!
Stretch marks: I swear I can see some starting on my chest, but E swears I'm crazy.
Sleep: On and off. Sometimes I sleep for a couple of hours and BOOM! I'm awake and can't fall back asleep, other times I'm out like a log for like 10-12 hours. E's been reallllly great about letting me sleep when I'm asleep, even though it drives me crazy when I try to take a nap, wake up hours later and he says "you obviously needed the rest!" even though my whole afternoon is now gone.
Best moment since last week: Seeing my in-laws for the first time since we told them. We hadn't seen any family yet and it was really nice to get the hugs.
Movement: Not that I can feel!
Cravings/Aversions: Sweet things still mostly taste "off". I've started to crave them but it's always disappointing when I eat them because it doesn't taste right. Still want spicy things- not sour as much anymore, except lemonade occasionally. Cooked tomatoes still make me gag (pasta sauces, etc). Chicken, meat and fish (raw or cooked) are still grossing me out-- occasionally crave gefilte fish (baked "my" way). Veggie sushi with really spicy wasabi is my jam but I've only had it like 2x. Oh! And I can't believe I haven't mentioned this but I crave "butter sandwiches" almost constantly. It's a piece of whole wheat bread, with thin chunk of butter laid out on 1/2 of the slice, then I fold it in half, and.... eat it. Everyone's grossed out by it. Except me. And I finally got E to try a bite the other night and he actually said it's not that bad. I think people think it involves way more butter than it does, but they're reallllly thin slices. I have days when that's all I want to eat.
Gender: I started calling it a "he" this week. Idk!
Labor signs: Hopefully not for 6+ months!
Belly button: Innie
What I miss: Real sushi, deli meat, soft cheeses, caffeine!!! And alcohol when I'm at an event where people are drinking.
What I am looking forward to: The 12 week appointment on Wednesday!! I haven't had an ultrasound in over 3 weeks and I'm freaaaaaking out... Paranoia is in full force. Also looking forward to getting out of the first trimester, the nausea (hopefully) subsiding, and kind of far off but the 4 month mark (when we'll tell the rest of our family and close friends and not keep it as an official secret anymore).
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