7 weeks with Emelia: Oh pregnancy nausea, how I’ve missed you

I’m not really sure what’s going on with me this week, but this is the calmest I’ve been. Even with Olivia, I was a freaking mess each and every week through the first trimester. I don’t know if it’s just because we had a heartbeat, or if I’m finally letting go of the control, but I’m doing good this week. I decided to start taking weekly photos, which I’ll be sure to link every week, but I wanted to post my first one here.

I started noticing this weekend that I may possibly have a minuscule baby bump already. At least, I’m convinced that the baby is pushing out my fatness because I don’t look like I usually do.

Eh. Maybe it’s medication bloat. Maybe it’s from eating too much pizza and Goldfish crackers. Whatever it is, I’m documenting it.

Even with Olivia, I was never the one with the cute letter board or chalkboard when I did my weekly photos. Instead, I wrote with a magic marker on a fourth sheet of computer paper and stuck it to my bathroom mirror. Ain’t nobody got time for anything more than that this time around either.

Only difference is Olivia, who used to be inside me, is now hanging out in the bathroom with me, insisting on taking a photo together, causing all sorts of ruckus, and generally being Most Adorable Toddler. I’ll take it.

Since Sunday, my nausea has worsened. I haven’t officially gagged yet, but it’s coming, usually when I brush my teeth, or if I hadn’t eaten in while, or you know, breathe wrong. Sometimes I just have to sit there with my mouth clamped shut and wait it out. And the exhaustion. Killer. I’m still napping every afternoon, and sometimes when I get home from dropping Olivia off at daycare. I’m so freaking tired.

It’s funny, you know that every pregnancy is different, and in this case, it really is. With Olivia, I was so sick. I never threw up but only because of sheer willpower and the fear of vomiting stopping it. But I gagged constantly. I was on Unisom and B6 twice a day, but it only just took the edge off. With this pregnancy, the nausea has been slower to come and is definitely more muted. With Olivia, I was nauseous from the moment I woke up and started to feel better in the evening. This one, I am able to get up, get ready and get Olivia ready before I realize I should probably eat something before I feel sick. But my peak is the afternoon and early evening when I feel the worst.

Ass and stomach-wise, both hurt. I have lumps from the progesterone injections and both sides of my butt are sensitive and painful, especially when I roll to either side at night. My stomach is sprinkled with bruises in varying sizes and shapes and colors. It’s getting harder to find a place to rotate my estrogen patch, much less find a place to inject the Lovenox. It’s all worth it, I know. It still doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck ass though. I still have three more weeks before we begin weaning off the meds and I’m ready to be done with them.

Also, I’m sick. I never was sick with Olivia and Monday morning I woke up with a scratchy throat and slight runny nose. I was trying to figure out if it was allergies since it’s finally getting warmer here, or if it’s a cold. By Tuesday morning I had a full-blown cold. It hurts to cough, and my throat is slightly sore. The morning of my ultrasound, I sneezed in the bathroom at the clinic and my throat exploded in pain and I peed my pants. So that fun is starting again.

But I know, you want to see an ultrasound photo. Here you are:

The tech didn’t tell us, but I think Baby is measuring a day ahead, at 7w5d. Heart rate was 159 and everything looks great! I can never get enough of seeing that little fluttering heartbeat.

My progesterone is back down below 40, but they didn’t seem to have a problem with it. We’re still in the game!