Week 26 - September 8, 2006
~ Off a Week
I'm not sure how it happened, but I am off by a week in my journal calculations. It looks like I was off from the start. I wrote my week 25 journal a couple days ago, and it should have been week 26. Oh well. I am writing an extra journal this week to make up for the difference. At least I am one week farther along than I thought--not that it makes my due date any closer, but I'll take what I can get.
Because, frankly, if I haven't mentioned it before, I HATE BEING PREGNANT. I mean, I really, really, really hate it. I cannot wait for this to be over. People tell me once I have the baby in my arms I will forget, and I very much hope that's true. Of course I will always have these journals to look back on and remember.
This week has been hard. The vomiting has ratcheted up a notch. It used to be once a day several times a week. Now it is every day, several times a day. I have essentially stopped eating dinner (maybe an apple or a small yogurt or something like that) otherwise I don't get to sleep at all for being up so often throwing it all up. I've started throwing up my lunch now too. I'm not even nauseous really. I just throw up. My husband calls me the bulimic pregnant woman. I'm starting to get a bit concerned. But mainly I'm just tired of the whole routine. I have a doctor's appointment next week, so I'll make sure there is nothing to be worried about. It just seems like another not-wonderful aspect of my pregnancy.
I've also been getting more uncomfortable. My breasts hurt more. It is hard to find a comfortable sleeping position, especially since I have to be so propped up to help counteract the indigestion and heartburn. My feet hurt more too. Even my wrists and hands have been extra sensitive. I'm trying not to be too grouchy, but I think my hormones are starting to get all whacked out again. I cried a lot today. I even yelled at my husband for eating my restaurant leftovers (good heavens, how could he take the precious food of a pregnant woman?!!!). My feelings are up and down, and my patience is thin.
I'm glad some women enjoy being pregnant. But it certainly has not been any fun for me. Some days are not so bad. But no days are really good. Three months and counting . . .