4w, 6d
Tomorrow is the big day. At least it is one of them. I keep forgetting that my u/s is tomorrow. Maybe I am in denial. Maybe I would rather live in a world where I don't know what is going on with my body.
Felt good most of the time today. I got a lot more done over the weekend and felt less tired, perhaps because I was doing things instead of sitting on my butt. Apart from feeling fine most of the time, I had a few moments when I most certainly did not feel fine at all. I was feeling a bit off this morning and opted to tuck a plastic bag into my purse before I went grocery shopping just in case. I made a mad dash out of the bakery department or else I might have had to use it. Just way too many smells of bread, garlic, donuts, pastries, and deli meat meshed together.
There was another incident this afternoon, also smell related. I was much closer to throwing up that time, in the kitchen sink. We haven't mentioned anything about a possible sibling to the kids yet, so when DS1 was wondering what was wrong, I just told him I was kind of sick and might throw up. A few minutes later he told me, "I know what you need!" He ran back into the kitchen and came back with a dish towel. "This make you feel better." I asked him what I was supposed to do with it. He said, "You put water on it. It make you feel better." I told him I didn't understand. I wasn't sure how that was going to make me feel better. He said, "Gimme that." I gave it back to him. "You don't need this." Then he put it back in the drawer in the kitchen.
I had a bit of pregnancy brain recently too. Pregnancy brain - you know when all your energy is going towards making a baby which causes your brain to shut down. Yesterday I couldn't remember for the life of me what hand sanitizer was called. Today I got out of the car to go grocery shopping and realized that the car was still running. The kicker was this afternoon. The kids were napping and I decided to sit on the couch and go through my mail while I ate a banana. I got the mail and I recall breaking the banana off the bunch of bananas. However, once I got to the couch, I only had my mail and had no clue what happened to the banana. I went to track it down. I found it in the trash can, peel still on. I have no recollection of putting it in the trash can. It was all intact so I just took it out, peeled it, and ate it. I told DH this story this evening and he said, "Let me get this right. Any sort of smell makes you want to throw up but eating food out of the trash can is perfectly fine?"
Felt good most of the time today. I got a lot more done over the weekend and felt less tired, perhaps because I was doing things instead of sitting on my butt. Apart from feeling fine most of the time, I had a few moments when I most certainly did not feel fine at all. I was feeling a bit off this morning and opted to tuck a plastic bag into my purse before I went grocery shopping just in case. I made a mad dash out of the bakery department or else I might have had to use it. Just way too many smells of bread, garlic, donuts, pastries, and deli meat meshed together.
There was another incident this afternoon, also smell related. I was much closer to throwing up that time, in the kitchen sink. We haven't mentioned anything about a possible sibling to the kids yet, so when DS1 was wondering what was wrong, I just told him I was kind of sick and might throw up. A few minutes later he told me, "I know what you need!" He ran back into the kitchen and came back with a dish towel. "This make you feel better." I asked him what I was supposed to do with it. He said, "You put water on it. It make you feel better." I told him I didn't understand. I wasn't sure how that was going to make me feel better. He said, "Gimme that." I gave it back to him. "You don't need this." Then he put it back in the drawer in the kitchen.
I had a bit of pregnancy brain recently too. Pregnancy brain - you know when all your energy is going towards making a baby which causes your brain to shut down. Yesterday I couldn't remember for the life of me what hand sanitizer was called. Today I got out of the car to go grocery shopping and realized that the car was still running. The kicker was this afternoon. The kids were napping and I decided to sit on the couch and go through my mail while I ate a banana. I got the mail and I recall breaking the banana off the bunch of bananas. However, once I got to the couch, I only had my mail and had no clue what happened to the banana. I went to track it down. I found it in the trash can, peel still on. I have no recollection of putting it in the trash can. It was all intact so I just took it out, peeled it, and ate it. I told DH this story this evening and he said, "Let me get this right. Any sort of smell makes you want to throw up but eating food out of the trash can is perfectly fine?"
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