You know that bit I ended my last post with, about Nutella feeling a little better? Total lie. Ok, the heartburn/reflux has eased somewhat (although it sometimes flares up unexpectedly), but the nausea has gotten worse. Apparently these are difficult weeks with lots and lots of growth. The brain and organs are all forming…Cupcake is now the size of a grape or a strawberry or whichever fruit metaphor you like best….and the uterus is the size of a grapefruit. It is totally knocking the baby mama out, although she did have a weekend of feeling good. But last night it was back to going to bed at 9pm.
We are eagerly awaiting our first OB appt on Friday morning. I would love to see the Cupcake, knowing that it would be the first time we see it looking remotely human and not the beautiful but strange blob we saw in the 7th week. Somehow I doubt that will happen. Most likely it will be “pee in a cup”, “give us your blood”, and “are you being healthy?” I am researching everything I can on my end, but I’d like to see more of our baby, not drawings or ultrasounds of other peoples’.
During the first few weeks, I kept asking Nutella two questions over and over: 1. How are you feeling? and 2. When did you last eat? Now I ask: On a scale of 1-10, how bad are the heartburn and nausea? The most recent answer was “2 and 9.” Yikes.
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