I have had the weirdest morning.
I was up on and off all night with insanely vivid dreams. Pregnancy has turned my imagination into a terrifying monster that runs rampant at all hours of the evening. I did have an amazing dream about the “perfect” house, though. I think when Tim and I finally buy a house, I want to live on the water. It could be a stream for all I care, but I need to live near running water.
Anyway, I woke up at 10 AM with excruciating gas pains. I’ve been fairly constipated for the past few days so I was relieved in a sense when I realized that I might actually poop this morning. So I rush to the bathroom and sure enough, after expelling all of that painful gas, I finally had a BM. And I did feel relief, but it wasn’t over.
To make a gross story a little less gross, I ended up having diarrhea. I can’t win! Either I don’t go at all, or it all goes. Now my stomach is upset and I’m too nauseous to eat anything. -_-;; The ginger gum I bought isn’t even helping. I’d love to have breakfast with my husband but I can’t seem to stomach anything other than coffee and water before 5pm. The doc said that as long as I am staying hydrated and taking my prenatal just try to eat whenever I can. I’ve lost 2 pounds so far, but I heard that weight loss is okay in the first trimester.
I’m starting to get worried again. I’ve got just over 2 weeks until we hear the heartbeat and my last appointment was almost 2 weeks ago. I feel like a month is a long time this early on to go without at least bi-weekly checkups, especially since I had a missed miscarriage last time. Tim and I are going to be nervous wreck’s on the 3rd when we actually go to the appointment. I’m sure Ginny has seen by now that I’m under the midwifery service again. I want so badly for this baby to be our rainbow.
sigh I am a walking vessel of serenity. And everything will be just fine.
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