Morning sickness is a lie

What I mean by the title of this post is that the idea that it is confined to the morning is a lie.  At least for me it is.  Since finding out I was pregnant at the beginning of the month, the only symptom I had indicating that I was pregnant (other than the positive pregnancy test) was the breast soreness and growth...until last Tuesday when "morning" sickness hit me like a ton of bricks.

It has been awful and I have been miserable every day since then.  The morning is actually when it's the most tolerable but it just gets worse as the day goes on...and lasts ALL DAY.  The only time I have a reprieve from the upset stomach is when I'm sleeping...which I now also wish I could do all day.

I called my OB's office for some suggestions on how to combat the morning sickness.  They suggested the following:

• Eating crackers before getting out of bed: tried it, didn't work and blech are they dry and bland (I get that's likely the point but still...blech)
• Carb loading in the morning: as a former long distance runner, I can carb load like a champion but this hasn't helped either
• B6: no help
• Ginger: been drinking ginger ale and got some ginger snaps...nada
• Benadryl/Unisom before bed: haven't tried because I don't know how much to take

End result?  Still miserable.  Fortunately, I have my first prenatal appointment tomorrow and I plan to ask about meds that might make me feel better.  I really wanted to avoid taking any meds at all during my pregnancy, but I'm having a hard time functioning like this.  And I'm tired of being miserable and tired all day and hating food.  It really is sad that I don't enjoy the taste of food right now because I'm constantly sick.  Here's hoping for some relief soon.

Well that was quick

So it appears that my request to get pregnant quickly was approved by the pregnancy gods.  After literally only one cycle in which my husband and I were TTC, I have a positive pregnancy test.

 It truly was unexpected.  I really believed it would take a few months before I would get a positive test.  Hell, just last week I took a test that was negative.  It was the day my period was supposed to come, but because it hadn’t been coming on time for the past few months, I expected it to be negative.  Several days went by without an appearance from Aunt Flo and then my boobs REALLY started to hurt like they never had before.  So I took another test about a week after the first one (totally not expecting it it to be positive) and BAM.  Pregnant.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that it would happen this quickly.  Especially given my reproductive system history…

At the age of 12 (before I even started menstruating), I got my first ovarian cyst.  From then through around age 14, I had four or five laporoscopies for cysts and endometriosis.  Apparently a nurse with one of my gynecologists told my mother that I would probably have a hard time getting pregnant because of how young my problems started.  That stuck with me for all of these past 20+ years.  I really did believe that I would end up having to consult with a fertility specialist.  I am happy to say that nurse was wrong.

I could not wait to tell my husband.  I was off work that day and we were meeting for a late afternoon viewing of Captain America: The Winter Soldier (a very good movie, by the way).  We met in the parking lot of the movie theater and I surprised him with the news.  His response?  “I told you this was going to happen!” (meaning that we would get pregnant quickly)  Though we had decided together that we were going to start trying now, he was still a bit freaked out by the news.  He then asked my why I couldn’t wait to tell him until AFTER the movie so he wouldn’t be distracted.  I later told him that I considered that and figured he would be unhappy that I waited to tell him (to which he responded, “good point”).  He continued to be freaked out for the rest of the night, but his anxiety soon dissipated and now he is just very happy and very excited, and I am right there with him.

Though I am excited, I’m trying to temper it, knowing that it is still early and that there is still a risk of miscarriage.  But for now, we wait for my first prenatal appointment.  I had no idea they made you wait until your 8^th week for an appointment.  I always assumed you went in right away to have the pregnancy confirmed by a blood test or something.  Guess it’s time for me to get that “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” book, huh?