Given that I am not quite five weeks pregnant (OMG I just typed ‘pregnant! OMG!) yet, does it make any sense for me to be feeling sick? I have been feeling sick since Monday. It started as the odd ‘ick’ in response to bad smells. By Tuesday, I was feeling sick in the evening. Wednesday, I started feeling sick at lunch-time and carried right on all afternoon. Today, I started feeling sick at 11:30 am. (See? Not morning-sickness. At all. Anti-morning-sickness).
Oh, I don’t need compassion. By ‘sick’, I mean vaguely sick, mostly. I haven’t been sick. Save the sympathy for those poor benighted women who can’t keep anything down. So far, eating actually helps, as does lemon and ginger tea, lying down, and slowly gnawing away at an oat-cake like a squirrel on thorazine. And H is being positively angelic about cooking in the evening (so I don’t have to), emptying the bins, washing up, anything, in fact, I don’t really fancy doing and am using feeling sick as an excuse not to do – heh heh heh. Though I did do laundry and get supper started today, in between revising, trundling up to the local library to borrow even more pregnancy books, and leaping up to shriek ‘Pee-sticks! Positive pee-sticks! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!’
On the other hand, the nausea has been getting worse day by day, so I may well want, nay, demand your sympathy by next week.
Boobs, still tender and sore, and not fitting into bras, and trying to jiggle them into the cups is a whole new level of not-fun. Do not want to go bra-shopping. I hate it anyway, also, buying maternity bras? Now? J-i-n-x.
I am also still getting achy pains, as if my period was about to start any second. I HATE these. They freak me out. I have to steel myself to look at my knickers or the paper when I go to the loo, just in case something appalling is happening. I know crampiness in early pregnancy is Normal, Officially Normal, but still. *shudder*.
Quite a large part of me is convinced that all the above is psychosomatic, and even if I can trust the (oops, nine now) positive pee-sticks I can’t bring myself to throw away (and a smaller but very stubborn part of me is wondering if they are psychosomatic), why on earth would I be getting such strong pregnancy (I typed it again! Hah hah hah hah hah!) symptoms so soon?
I did call the ACU, in the end, feeling very much like a teenager making prank phone-calls and expecting my bluff to be called any second. But no, they not only believed me, but gave me an appointment for a scan (a scan! A scan, people!). It’s on the morning of the day my new job begins. Oy vey! Ahahahah! Eeek.
Pikaia is working on a heart now.