I don't know about any of you but my first trimesters are plain YUCK! I get sick, real sick. It is not just morning sickness; it is all day everyday. At the time the girls that I nannied were in school, major blessing. This meant I had the whole morning to get myself together before having to drive over to their house. I needed this WHOLE time to get myself together. Some days, ok, most days even when I got there I was still a mess. It became the daily routine for them to ask me how many times I got sick. I don't know why but along the way I counted how many times I got sick. A bit morbid, I know. When it was all said and done, I had thrown up 100 TIMES. Exactly 100 times. Yuck Yuck Yuck! I was not discriminatory over where I threw up. Pretty much anywhere I went. At my house, their house, in the barn, in the yard, driving (I stopped the car), outside of a restuarant (people walking in turned around and walked out) and the most embarrassing for me was the center court of the mall. Ew!
Many times I felt guilty about getting sick. If someone made a meal for me and I threw it up; I felt horrible. I would even cry about it. Ask Kristin...it's true. Those 10 weeks were long and hard. I feared that the sickness would never end. I feared that I would waste away to nothing. I feared my baby was not getting the nutrients it needed to grow. I lost 15 pounds during my first trimester. Most people gain weight in pregnancy...and here I was losing.
I know that many people prayed for me during that time. Protection over the baby, my health and that I would feel better. Somewhere around 18 weeks I did begin to feel better. I could actually eat. I had more energy. WooHoo.
Then it was off to the midwife...more on that in FB#3