First Trimester Fog
December 4, 2009
This isn’t the fun part.
This is the “What the heck was I thinking?!” part.
The opening the pickle jar in the middle of the grocery store NOW lest someone get HURT part.
The gagging when your beloved husband tries to kiss you part.
The everything tastes nasty and turns to sand in your mouth part.
The eating every hour to avoid vomiting part.
The holding your nose when you cook/clean/do laundry/smell anything part.
The napping and arising so tired part.
The peeing all night part.
The brushing your teeth in stages to minimize the gagging part.
The “I could moonlight as a Hound Dog” part.
This is the bit that comes before the feeling the kicking part.
And before the hearing the heartbeat part.
And the cute maternity clothes shopping part.
Ugh.
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This post bought back memories for me,my youngest is 5 and I forgot about a lot of those things.
Hopefully you get to the fun part soon!
Nell
*Shudder.* Memories I’d rather forget…
At least I didn’t pee all night or gag when Jerry tried to kiss me (I don’t THINK).
And it wasn’t a pickle–it was a cherry pie Larabar that I snatched from the shelf and ran to the cashier to pay for before I even started my grocery shopping. Then I tore the thing open, munched down on it–and wished I’d just grabbed a chocolate bar instead.