By all accounts it would seem that I'm pretty lucky to have escaped many of the dreaded first
tri symptoms. Morning sickness sounds positively terrible, and aversions to pretty much everything but bread doesn't really gel for a food lover like me. More than any of other symptom, I'm thankful every day to have avoided this. Speaking of food, I know plenty of women who had a terrible time giving up sushi their first
tri. Well, this girl doesn't eat anything that swims- no problem there. I was never big on caffeine, not much of a coffee drinker, could take or leave a cold cut sandwich...so, no big adjustment for me. I mean, people seem to have huge issues with this stuff. I can't imagine drinking so much caffeine that you go into
withdrawl and get headaches when you're not consuming it anymore, but apparently this is what keeps the
Starbuck's you see on every stinking corner in business.
I've always had terrible insomnia, so not being able to sleep and struggling to find a comfortable position were nothing new. However, feeling like it's 500 degrees in my bed and making 4-6 trips to the bathroom every night certainly hasn't been the norm for me until about 6 weeks ago. How is it that I'm so tired at my desk every afternoon that I feel like I could put my head down and sleep for 8 hours, but when I actually get into my comfy bed, I can't will it to happen? And when I do fall asleep, I have the most vivid (and borderline insane dreams). A few recent additions: one of my best friends telling me she's actually a
transgender, another about someone stealing a crate of peaches from me while I chased them for months to get it back, and last night I hung out with the
Kardashian sisters all night. Shoot me.
The worst has been the headaches; they go on for days, and Tylenol is child's play. My humidifier seems to be helping the bloody noses though I'd love to go back to 3 weeks ago when, at age 35, I'd never had one in my life. I hardly miss wine anymore. Hardly.
Still, I'm very lucky. I'm having a baby :) *
** remind me of this when I'm bitching about stretch marks, water retention, heartburn and the numerous other joys my Mayo Clinic book assures me are in my future.