Week 10

 I have been constantly fatigued all week! I literally can't make it through the day without taking at least a 45 minute nap. I looked this up, hopefully this fatigue will pass soon. Today though, unfortunately, was one of those days when a nap was just not possible, (ya I know, poor me). That's how life goes though and we have to truck through it. I had a busy day, full of errands, doctors, and homework. While doing all of this though, my family and friends are telling me that I can't do any of this. They're all telling me 'you're pregnant, go lie down on the couch, put off the laundry and groceries until tomorrow'. I'm pregnant, not incompetent! I don't like being told that I can't give an extra hand with something, or have to delay what needs to be done so i can rest instead. I'm only 10 weeks pregnant! Am I supposed to be sedentary until the baby is born? I completely understand I need to slow down a bit more with all the changes my body is going through but I will not just sit around and be useless!

Of course though, after getting all worked up about people telling me 'not to lift that' or 'don't do that' or 'just lay down and wait till later' I got home from the grocery store before dinner... Apparently, though I hate to admit it, I should have taken it a bit slower today. I sat in the car with my son and the groceries looking at the short walk to my front door with dread for five minutes before I could get the strength to convince myself that I have enough energy to bring everything in. Well I couldn't find that energy. Thankfully my son came to my rescue and carried most of the groceries in for me. Once in the kitchen, it turned into a pathetic scene. I literally could not stand I was so exhausted, lightheaded, and starving. So I sat on the kitchen floor, pulled all the grocery bags close to me and had to load the food in the fridge and cabinets from there. And yes I did open the orange juice and drink right out of the container, the glasses were just too high for me at that moment. What am I turning into? I feel like a sloth. I was 20 years old when I had my son and had a fantastic pregnany, no complaints. Now at 26 what has changed? I really didn't think I was that much older! Does just a few years make this much of a difference when you're pregnant? Keep in mind, I've always been active, skinny, and in relatively good shape. So why does everything I do now feel like a marathon?

30 weeks to go and feeling completely useless.

Week 9

We planned this pregnancy, yet we still seemed shocked and surprised when the test came back positive. The doctor told us it could take a couple of months for us to get pregnant, it took us a night. It's exciting and yet scary at the same time. I couldn't wait to tell our six year old son, but knew it would be better to wait a few more weeks before we spread the news. At 7 weeks we told the family. Our son's reaction was cute, "I'm sooo excited!" he repeatedly said in a low voice, not to sure how to react.

After we told everyone the news, the 'morning' sickness and fatigue began. It was like the test came back positive and I felt like crap the next day. I didn't have any morning sickness with my first pregnancy. This morning sickness was certainly not just in the morning. Throughout weeks 7 and 8 I was useless. I slept and laid in bed for fear if I stood up I would vomit. I lived off crackers and bread. I certainly didn't want to eat anything but the doctor told me to keep food in my stomach. One day my son came in my room to find me moaning and groaning and saying I was nauseas. After explaining what the word nauseas meant to my son and how it related to being pregnant, he caught on fast. From then on if he saw me laying down or holding my stomach he would run to the kitchen and grab the loaf of bread and say, "There you go Mama," as he patted me on the back and walked away with a sympathetic look on his face. He's such a good boy.

Now here we are in week 9 of my pregnancy. The nausea is far behind me now and all I want to do is eat! For the most part I've been having healthy cravings, which I'm quite impressed with. Unfortunately I have been having some cravings that I wish I wasn't having. For one, the other night when it was extremely humid and 90 degrees, all I wanted was hot tomato soup! I tried talking myself out of it. I went looking through the fridge and cabinets for other options, but it didn't help. So dispite my already over heating body I made hot tomato soup before bed. I must say it was delicious, but not good on a hot night.

As it's the beginning of the summer semester I also started another class at Umass. So as I got ready I threw on a pair of jeans and headed out the door. On the way I was thinking, "gee these pants are a bit snug." Somehow dispite not gaining any weight yet, I'm widening. So for the duration of my three hour class, I sat with my arm across the belly in my attempt to hide that the button and zipper to my jeans were undone. There was no other way I could have sat through that class. I just had to keep reminding myself, "remember to zip before you stand up." I have learned and have since gone maturnity clothes shopping.

My son is a very smart boy and curious about everything. Before he went to bed tonight, he was sitting on the couch with my, 'Pregnancy Week by Week' book. He's fasinated by the pictures of what the baby looks like each week and how big it is in my belly. I've already had to explain to him what the umbilical cord, placenta, and uterus are too him. I'm a little nervous about what he'll ask next. No matter how much I prepare my answers to the questions I have a feeling he'll be asking, he still always manages to catch me off guard and leave me tongue tied.

31 Weeks to go.