I've made it to my 8th week, 7 weeks 2 days to be exact, without any real excitement. No cramping, no bleeding, no trips to the hospital. My anxiety level has not decreased.
I did a little research on pregnancy symptoms and learned that they mean nothing. I had always been lead to believe that sore boobs and nausea meant your pregnancy was healthy. Apparently, that's a big lie told to us to give us comfort while our pregnancies kick our asses. Think about it: If you have no symptoms your doctor tells you everyone is different and no symptoms just means your one of the lucky ones.
I came across information that said that symptoms are caused by higher levels of Hcg. I then read that symptoms are caused by high levels of progesterone. Finally I found that symptoms are caused by the placenta.
The placenta information seemed the most accurate in that it stated that symptoms mean absolutely nothing. Most of the time, the placenta keeps spitting out hormones even after a fetus has died, which is why many of us have had sore boobs and nausea while in the hospital, miscarrying.
I found this information strangely liberating. No longer would I have to worry about my lack of nausea or that my boobs hadn't hurt in weeks. It was just my placenta's quirky sense of humor.
And once I was feeling pretty good about myself, the unthinkable happened. Extreme Nausea for the past three days. I barely want to eat. The thought of most food makes me queasy. And then, this morning I was sure I was going to throw up all over the kitchen floor. I wasn't near food. I wasn't thinking about food. But yet, there I was, desperately trying not to throw up all over the floor.
And having lost my faith in symptoms, it feels as though it's some sort of divine punishment for my doubt. Maybe I'm wrong, I think. Maybe it does mean my pregnancy is healthy. Eh, who knows.
I am also remembering the utter joy of round ligament pain. The excruciating pain in the groin when you stand up too quickly is enough to make me lose my mind. Cause do I think "round ligament pain" when it occurs? Nope, I think "miscarriage." At least it only lasts a minute.
And just a parting thought, I would kill someone for a sub dripping with vinegar. It's the one food my nausea can't touch and it's the one food I can't have. Listeria is the one pregnancy illness I have yet to contract, so I have no choice but to avoid the deli meat. But seriously, I would really kill someone if it would mean I could have one. The husband thinks it's funny to tell me he'll get me one ... in September. I may just kill him for fun.
I've made it to my 8th week, 7 weeks 2 days to be exact, without any real excitement. No cramping, no bleeding, no trips to the hospital. My anxiety level has not decreased.
I did a little research on pregnancy symptoms and learned that they mean nothing. I had always been lead to believe that sore boobs and nausea meant your pregnancy was healthy. Apparently, that's a big lie told to us to give us comfort while our pregnancies kick our asses. Think about it: If you have no symptoms your doctor tells you everyone is different and no symptoms just means your one of the lucky ones.
I came across information that said that symptoms are caused by higher levels of Hcg. I then read that symptoms are caused by high levels of progesterone. Finally I found that symptoms are caused by the placenta.
The placenta information seemed the most accurate in that it stated that symptoms mean absolutely nothing. Most of the time, the placenta keeps spitting out hormones even after a fetus has died, which is why many of us have had sore boobs and nausea while in the hospital, miscarrying.
I found this information strangely liberating. No longer would I have to worry about my lack of nausea or that my boobs hadn't hurt in weeks. It was just my placenta's quirky sense of humor.
And once I was feeling pretty good about myself, the unthinkable happened. Extreme Nausea for the past three days. I barely want to eat. The thought of most food makes me queasy. And then, this morning I was sure I was going to throw up all over the kitchen floor. I wasn't near food. I wasn't thinking about food. But yet, there I was, desperately trying not to throw up all over the floor.
And having lost my faith in symptoms, it feels as though it's some sort of divine punishment for my doubt. Maybe I'm wrong, I think. Maybe it does mean my pregnancy is healthy. Eh, who knows.
I am also remembering the utter joy of round ligament pain. The excruciating pain in the groin when you stand up too quickly is enough to make me lose my mind. Cause do I think "round ligament pain" when it occurs? Nope, I think "miscarriage." At least it only lasts a minute.
And just a parting thought, I would kill someone for a sub dripping with vinegar. It's the one food my nausea can't touch and it's the one food I can't have. Listeria is the one pregnancy illness I have yet to contract, so I have no choice but to avoid the deli meat. But seriously, I would really kill someone if it would mean I could have one. The husband thinks it's funny to tell me he'll get me one ... in September. I may just kill him for fun.