People have always said that the labor and birth experience is fairly traumatic, though easily forgotten once you get your precious baby is placed in your arms for the first time. All the suffering and pain that was endured evaporates in a millisecond and is replaced with sheer joy (with a smidge of panic in realizing you are now a parent-yikes!). That is, until the epidural wears off or they forget to give you the pain medication on time or refuse to get you the double-dose of the good stuff. Whatev. I digress.
No one tells you how quickly you forget the torturous first few months of being pregnant as soon as you feel your baby move for the first time. Or in my case, as soon as I can stay awake long enough to realize there is, in fact, a child in there. Don't think I've felt the baby move already. Please-I'm only 9 weeks along. I am fully entrenched in the constant state of nausea and sleepiness. I'm just trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel at this point.
With Luke's pregnancy, I could solve my nausea issue, which only appeared in the afternoon, by eating small carby-type meals and a decent nap in the afternoon when I got home from work. This pregnancy is not following the same guidelines as Luke's did. Nausea occurs at any point throughout the day. Morning, noon, night, midnight. You name it, I've felt sick at that point. Food doesn't seem to help the situation either. It exacerbates the problem. I am no longer able to eat blueberry bagels, even though I lived off of them a week ago. Sometimes, I wish I would just throw up already so the feeling would go away.
Sleeping is a whole other can of worms. I took 2 two hour long naps today and I typing this now as a way to prolong staying awake so Keith doesn't make fun of me for going to sleep so early. Poor guy. I try to stay up, but the baby has very distinct other plans for my body and its well-being at this point. Its tough to get solid naps (I could easily sleep 3 hours at a stretch) in during the day. Luke takes a couple of two hour naps, but I have other stuff that needs to get done. At some during the day, I like to at least make it out of my pajamas.
I just have to remember that I'm on the downhill slide of this morning (ha!) sickness thing. I know that I have only a few more weeks of this *super fun* stage of pregnancy. It's like a chant in my head: downhill slide, few more weeks. Downhill slide, few more weeks.