Week 10 was rough…this kid better be pretty awesome.
How far along?
11 weeks
Total weight gain:
2 pounds…feels like 42 though!
How big is baby?
The size of a lime! This is insane to me because 2 weeks ago it was the size of an olive. No wonder I’m so effing tired! It’s a lot of work turning an olive into a lime.
How I’m feeling:
Craptacular. This past week has rivaled week 6, which was probably the worst week of my life- puking and all-day nausea in full force. I recently read that week 10 is supposed to be the worst of it. I’m praying (mostly to the porcelain gods) that this is true. On top of that I’m fighting off a nasty cold epidemic that has swept my 2nd grade class. Half of them are hacking and coughing (on me, the tables, other children). One kid turned in a freshly sneezed on paper and I just about died. I left work at 1:30 on Thursday because I felt like a fever was coming on. I went home and slept for several hours hoping it would help my body fight off the germs. Come on flu shot, do your job!
Maternity clothes?
Still loving the elastic waistbands! I have 2 pairs of regular jeans that I can still fit into and I can wear the others, unbuttoned, with a belly band. I’ve been wearing some maternity tanks too because they’re long enough to cover the belly band and the (oh so attractive) elastic waistband of the maternity pants. Layering has been my friend. Thank god it’s winter.
Sleep:
I’m generally passed out before 9 p.m. these days. I can’t get enough sleep. Weekends are awesome because I can nap. Building a human is exhausting!
I’ve been having crazy dreams too. I learned I shouldn’t watch “The Following” right before bedtime unless I want to be awakened at 4 a.m. by the image of slaughtered cats.
Best moment this week:
Telling Stef the big news via skype!
Food cravings:
I had an hour period of time where I really wanted a steak (I don’t eat meat and even when I did, I didn’t even like steak). I didn’t act on it for fear of deep regret in the form of uncontrollable vomiting…and all that moral crap too.
Symptoms:
-Pregnancy brain! I copied the wrong week’s homework for my kiddos not once, not twice, but three times before I got my act together. I started to hand out the previous week’s spelling words on Monday. The kids think I’m losing it, but what’s new?
-My boobs feel like they are being stabbed 24-7.
-Still puking.
-Super sense of smell…super annoying when pretty much all smells make me feel like ralphing.
Feeling toward Pregnancy:
This is the hardest thing I’ve done in my life. Being a teacher and having to always be “on” is really tough when you feel like complete shit. At the same time I’m so happy I am having a healthy pregnancy, so I should count my blessings and all that crap.
What I miss:
Feeling good, lattes (and not being repulsed by the smell of coffee).
What I am looking forward to:
The second trimester. Pleeeease get here fast! I’m excited to tell people and dying (I’m quite certain this is literal) to feel better.
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