the (all honesty) pregnancy post.

Now, before I write this, I just want to state for the record how incredibly blessed I feel to be pregnant. This has been something Mr. Perfect and I have waited for a very long time. I cannot wait to be a mother and cannot wait to meet this child I'm carrying. However, my first trimester sucked. I really can't say it any better than that. I love this little Shim (she/him- yea, I'm freaking creative) more than words, but our first 3 months together... not so fun.

I honestly don't know how much the 3 injections and 8 tablets a day played into my sickness. So in all fairness, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. Do I believe that?

No. Just trying to make all you ladies that haven't been through it yet have a glimmer of hope. =)

If you're one of the lucky ones that sailed through your first trimester; well lucky you. I hate you, but lucky you.

I'm kidding. It's not hate, just supreme jealousy!

First there was the exhaustion. Come about two 'o clock every day, I was done. I would literally stagger through the rest of the day until I could finally crawl to my car for the drive home. I'd pray that I wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel and somehow I made it home safely every single day. Thank you Jesus. I would literally drag myself to the couch where I would promptly fall asleep and would remain there until the hubs woke me up for dinner and my 7 o' clock meds. Now I never actually got to enjoy dinner (don't worry, that's coming), but after we ate, it was over. I was in the bed. I think the latest I got to bed for about 6 weeks was 8 pm. Now you know why I was so behind on my blogging! Forget tv, forget going out with friends, forget cleaning... Thank God for Mr. Perfect. He literally kept our house running. It could have fallen apart at the seams and I wouldn't have cared. I probably would have slept through it!

In the morning, no matter what time I went to bed, I would still literally have to crawl to the shower in the morning. Oh wait, that might not have been from the exhaustion. That might have been from the 3 month long hangover I was suffering from. Let's talk about morning sickness. First of all, it was obviously a man that coined the term "morning sickness". Some guy that worked with women who thought if he called it "morning sickness", then miraculously at noon, all the pregnant women would feel better.

Bull.

I was literally sick from the time I woke up in the morning til the time I crawled back in bed at night. I didn't even stand to take a shower for 3 months. I would just sit there, curled up in a ball and let the water beat down on me. I actually can't even believe I just admitted that. Oh well. Brushing my teeth became a nightmare. I still can't even talk about that. Unfortunately for me, I never even (TMI alert) threw up. I was in a constant state of puke purgatory. I was constantly nauseous, constantly gagging, had the constant mouth watering (you know), and kept doing that really annoying cough that's from the inner pits of your soul that should always have something come with it, but it never did. I spent a good portion of my time staring into the porcelain god praying for sweet relief.

It never came.

I couldn't look at food. Slabs of meat (chicken, pork, beef, etc.) made my stomach flip. It's no surprise I lost 9 pounds in the first trimester. I ate nothing but saltines and water.

Then week 13 came along. Oh how I love this week! I can (almost) happily brush my teeth again, I can stand in the shower, I can stay up past 8, my belly is popping which is a constant reminder of what this is all for, and I can eat! I write this all as a reminder for me, but also just because it's funny now. And honestly? It's all already becoming a distant memory. I thought the whole time that I was going through it that I would NEVER do this again (seriously, said that once a day), but now? I'm ok with it. I survived it. That's huge, because it felt touch and go there for a while. Now.. if I could only sleep for more than 3 hours at night before having to pee...

13 weeks. Love.