The Second Time Around
March 10th, 2010
It’s interesting being pregnant again because it’s so different from being pregnant the first time. At least, I think it is — it is truly shocking how fast amnesia sets in once you are no longer pregnant.
In any case, this time around, the morning sickness has been way worse. This fact has been confirmed by my poor husband who is a sympathetic puker. And so, while he would like to provide moral support and pet my hair while I yak, it just isn’t feasible. I actually turn on the fan in the bathroom if I feel the nausea setting in so that it muffles the sound.
At 13 weeks, I think I’m coming out of the barf stage. At least I hope so. There were many many days in a row where I threw up at least once and usually more than once. On a few memorable days, I failed to keep down a single meal.
Happily, my doc introduced me to Zofran, a magic anti-nausea met popular among cancer docs. It didn’t make me feel good – I still felt yucky — but at least it kept the food down!
I also feel more tired than last time, but I suspect a lot of that has to do with the fact that I’m the mother of a toddler and so I don’t have the luxury of indulging in all those afternoon naps I took the first time around. These days, my burning goal in life is to see how early I can get to bed each night. Nine PM is the absolute latest. 8:30 is good. 8:00 pm is awesome. Thank goodness Miss Mouse is out by 7pm most nights!