Are you all sitting on the edge of your seats waiting to see if this time around was better? Probably not, but I’m going to tell you anyway. Because honestly, if you’re reading this, I’m guessing you’re at least partially interested.
I’ll come right out and say it at the beginning though, this pregnancy has been SO much easier in some ways and harder in others.
Overall, this time has been about a million times better than last time. However, you have to consider my standards for feeling “good” last time were incredibly low. So it’s probably not saying much to the average person, to say this time was better.
I’ll explain a little further for you.
I didn’t realize I was pregnant until I was 5 weeks pregnant. I should have guessed from the wave of nausea whenever I looked at that bag of pretzels sitting in the pantry. Or the fact that I fell asleep during Noah’s nap 5 days in a row. Or even the fact that I was sobbing during Ellen Degenerous every single day because she gave someone something expensive. (Cue Noah cocking his sweet little head sideways at me and asking “Momma?”). Then I had a DUH! moment and took a test.
My first reaction was total excitement and I told Noah that he was a big brother (he was standing right there with me because I don’t get to pee alone anymore). Then I went into planning mode. I had high hopes for all the changes we made to make this time better. But just in case, I planned out a month of groceries and froze meals. I wrote down everything including where to find things for Jordan. After all, I had to keep Noah alive this time and I didn’t want him eating Mac and Cheese every single day.
It wasn’t until week 6 that I really started getting nauseous to the point of not being able to cook anything. I had the T.V. on pretty much all day because I was exhausted and needed to entertain Noah somehow. He wasn’t impressed with the T.V. but it distracted me a little bit. Helpful hint: PBS doesn’t have food commercials…or cat food commercials both of which made me absolutely sick to watch.
I didn’t start throwing up until about week 7. I know you’re probably wondering how this time was a million times better if I still threw up. Like I said, last time feeling “good” was a very low standard. See this time, I only threw up about once a day for the first trimester. And considering how much I threw up last time, that was totally doable for me. Puke right after getting out of bed/ before breakfast. No puking up food. What a relief! (the sad thing is, I’m being totally serious here).
Except for That One Time…
Granted I did have a couple days where I couldn’t keep anything down. One of which I had to call Jordan to come home and help me. I don’t remember how far along I was but it was maybe 7-8 weeks? Noah was wanting to nurse or climb onto everything. I puked a few times and then when I realized I wasn’t keeping water down I decided I should probably call Jordan just in case I passed out. While I waited for him, I ran a bath and stuck Noah in there with me. He was entertained and the warm bath helped keep me from getting dehydrated because I was at least absorbing some through my skin.
And then there was the 16 hour round trip car ride for my Grandpa’s funeral where I learned that I get horribly carsick (at least during this pregnancy). I think I was about 8-9 weeks pregnant and my parents and Grandma knew about the baby but everyone else was still in the dark. My youngest sister rode part of the way back with Jordan and I to help with Noah. She watched as I threw up over and over again not knowing that I was pregnant. I told her she didn’t need to worry about catching what I had since she didn’t know why I was puking so much. Later on she told my Mom that she thought I should probably take a pregnancy test to rule that out as the cause. Observant little 9 year old.
And of course there were a few times where I threatened to make videos of myself puking so that Jordan would remember this next time he got baby fever. I guess some of the misery of Noah’s pregnancy kind of slipped his mind (not sure HOW) so I wanted to make sure he would remember. I never actually got around to that though. Puking with a toddler around is honestly what made this pregnancy harder (in some ways). Noah didn’t understand that me puking meant I couldn’t read him a story or help him with something right.that.very.second.
Food Aversions and Housekeeping
I definitely had food aversions this time, but nothing near what they were with Noah. I was actually able to eat meat throughout the entire first trimester (My iron levels are perfect by the way). I wasn’t able to cook or go grocery shopping…or wash dishes. Those things made me puke instantly.
I quickly learned that if I pushed myself I would puke more. If I didn’t get enough sleep, I would puke more. Basically Jordan had to take Noah if he woke up at night. Otherwise I would get sick enough that Jordan would have to come home from work. BUT knowing those things made this easier than my pregnancy with Noah. At least I could do something about the puking.
So we went into survival mode. I tried take it easy (read: had no energy and felt so nauseous I couldn’t do anything) and kept Noah alive. Jordan went to the grocery store and helped me dunk poopy diapers and made dinners. He washed enough dishes to get us to the next meal and we just didn’t have anyone over for a few months. The apartment got disgusting without me cleaning it but I was too nauseous to really care at the time.
I’m just into my second trimester now. I’m only throwing up maybe once a week and I’m really only a little bit nauseous in the evenings. I’m able to cook and plan our meals and I’m slowly working on getting this place cleaned up after our survival mode. I would be done by now, but I’m cleaning with a toddler. And that’s about like trying to keep things from blowing around during a tornado.
I still have a ways to go, so we’ll see about the rest of the 20+ weeks. But minus the whole running after a toddler thing, this is so much easier. And the changes we made were totally worth it. I wish I knew exactly which one of those things fixed it. But I don’t really care since at least one of them resulted in the current outcome.