Seven weeks

Today I hit seven weeks. I began feeling green yesterday with twinges of greenness the previous three days before that. With Bairno, the volcanic eruptions that flowed from my stomach until I had nothing to erupt and still spewed forth were how I knew I was pregnant. It was bad. I was scared often during that pregnancy. I had had some morning sickness with One and Two but Three, Four, and Five were relatively mild. So when I began showing signs of hyperemesis with Bairno I was not sure what to do or really that I could do anything. If I sat up in bed – I got sick. If I rolled over in bed – I got sick. If I opened my eyes – I got sick. If I opened my mouth to speak – I got sick. As a matter of fact, for me, the attempt to talk was my worst trigger of all. My head would spin and I could not walk sometimes. It was just bad. I never really let on with anyone (much) outside of the house just how bad it was. And this all began before my body was willing to tell me it was “late.”

I realize that this post may not be what some of you would choose to know or read. If you are squeamish or sickened easily, do not read. It really isn’t that bad, but we all have different thoughts on what is TMI and what is not. the only things here today are just about morning sickness and the differences I have experienced with different pregnancies. And not everyone wants to read about that either. And I am writing weekly for journaling purposes. So you get what you get with this pregnancy.¹

From friends I have that have been through sever cases of HG I know that the usual rule is that once you have HG with one pregnancy then any subsequent ones will be suffered the same way. I have one friend who suffered so bad while she was pregnant with her first and spent the last four months of her pregnancy in the hospital on a drip that they timed the pregnancy of baby number two around when her mother could pack up and come live with them as they all knew she would end up in the hospital again. And she did.

This time around I also knew before I was “supposed to know” but for different reasons. My body. I know it well. Well, this is Seven. I have begun to develop some yucky indigestion which I can probably manage. Heck, if I can make it through the indigestion I suffered with Birdie I can make it through this too. I have found myself swallowing a lot, because I get that feeling in my throat that says, “I think I might be getting ready to lose my lunch.” And it’s that kind of swallowing that I really can not control when I feel this way. The kind of swallowing that usually helps, until that extra saliva hits the pit of my stomach and I realize that swallowing was not a very good idea after all.

All in all I must say that at this point God has blessed me with the resilience to have a burst of energy in the mornings (still after my coffee) and into the early afternoon. By 2:00 I can not stop yawning and I so desperately want a nap. On days that have allowed I have snuggled up with Bairno in my bed to sneak a nap with him. Oh how I love my snuggle naps! I’m able to get supper made, eat, then crash in the bed because I still feel so sleepy. What is it about the progesterone making me so tired?²

I have so much more I want to record right now, but I’m almost to tired to type. My laptop is not with me right now and I want it in bed with me in the evenings so I can work there. I also need to get a wireless network booster so our network can reach my bedroom. ³