The good preggo news is that the morning sickness is lifting. It’s now more of an afternoon blah rather than an all day icky. At least I can effectively get out of bed and get ready without feeling the need to hunch over every few minutes.
Things I’ve noticed:
The fresher I eat, the better I feel. IE: Fresh veggies, apples, oranges, all citrus seems to be a good thing. Plus, the more bitter the better. I bought an entire bag of grapefruits on Friday and am more than halfway through them. Thanks Erika for the citrus tip.
Reheated anything makes me gag.
I LOVE this jalapeno yogurt cheese from Trader Joe’s. It’s become my daily snack. As in I’m typically craving it first thing in the morning, around lunch time and afternoon snack time. I have to remember to pace myself. It’s pretty amazing though and lactose free which helps with the gagging thing I’ve got going on. The most amazing part about it is that’s is pretty darn spicy… and I love it! I’m such a spice wimp, but this stuff is amazingly perfect. After you get over the initial tongue burn, naturally.
I sometimes gag, randomly, while walking down the hallway. It’s only happened at work so far. It’s very odd, and not so much fun.
Panda Express no longer sounds tasty, ever. It kinda makes me want to remove my stomach. Silly rebellious stomach!
Riveting information isn’t it all?
I switched to the Paul Mitchell Tee Tree oil shampoo and conditioner right before we got pregnant and it kinda saves my life every morning. Waking up to the smell of peppermint is a beautiful thing, it really helps open up these stuffy nasal passages, not to mention how silky smooth my hair is these days.
I’m dead tired by about 8pm. Eric and I put Quinn down for bed and then I typically sick on the sofa and either read or veg for another hour before I all but pass out and end up dragging my sore body to bed.
But you know what? I. Love. Every. Minute. Of. It.
I love thinking about the little one we get to snuggle and raise and educate. The sibling that Quinn gets to grow up with and spend the rest of forever wrestling or fighting or laughing with. The tiny little life that we get to play a part in for eternity and I especially love that we didn’t have to struggle for another two years just to get pregnant. All this other stuff is totally worth it.