For the first week it was a fun and exciting little secret just between us. Then we decided to go ahead and tell some people close to us. We figured that the main reason not to share was in case something happened and we lost the pregnancy, but we also figured that if that did happen, we would want people close to us to know what was going on to help and support us.
The first week of knowing I felt totally fine and normal. Then at 5 and a half weeks I woke up Sunday morning for church and felt awful. The day before even I was completely fine. I woke up and felt light headed, nauseous, and overall just really weird and really bad. I barely made it through church. I felt much better afterwards when we ate lunch. That's about how it went for the next two to three weeks. I would have times of feeling awful, but normally felt better as soon as I ate.
This eating to feel better was quite a challenge with teaching though. I have always been a night person and NOT a morning person. Always. Since I was a little kid. I used to pretend to go to sleep when my dad would check on me and then stay up late for hours reading when I was in elementary school. And my mom has always said I was grumpy and mean in the mornings. So in general I struggle with getting up and ready for work so early (or up early for simply anything). And due to my nature of disdaining mornings and always rushing and running late, I have never eaten breakfast. At least not since my mom stopped making me food in the morning when I was a kid. Needless to say, since I've been pregnant, I have NEEDED food in the morning, and this has been quite the challenge. Now also feeling exhausted (and man, people aren't joking when they say you are exhausted) even when I get more sleep than I ever have as an adult on a weeknight, I wake up still exhausted, still hating the morning, and still rushing and running behind on a daily basis. I've been grabbing a quick bagel or banana or toast and trying to eat it without making a mess all over myself while driving to work. The other day I was walking into the school with a whole box of Cheerios sticking out of my school bag and shamelessly stuffing handfuls in my mouth while quickly walking to my classroom. I may have accidentally dropped a few on the floor. One I accidentally stepped on as well. I was sorry. I really wanted to eat it.
I've also been snacking in my room as a last resort. I physically feel like I can't even make it until our conference at 9:50 without eating more. I start to feel so nauseous, light headed, and awful. I have never eaten in my room with the kids there before, but I just have to. I try to be subtle. It's not like I'm chomping on an apple in front of them or eating a gourmet meal, but I still feel bad.
Around the end of week 5 and beginning of week 6 is when I officially entered the "weary" stage as my father-in-law has explained.
(More on that to come...)
(More on that to come...)
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