Helllloooo, second trimester.
Oct. 1st, 2004 04:37 pmWow, I really do feel light-years better. Wow. Big changes this week.
The nausea's gone - or, more accurately, the nausea is no worse than its pre-pregnancy level. (I've got reflux disease, and one of the symptoms is nausea when I have an empty stomach.)
But more importantly, my appetite is back! Food is such an important pleasure in my life that it's been quite distressing to have no appetite. For the last couple of months, even when I wasn't nauseated, I had very little interest in food. I ate as a chore. I cooked as a chore. I had brief cravings for a couple of things - bagels with cream cheese, salty salty tapenade - but I also left half my dinner on my plate, day after day. Because it didn't seem to be nausea-related, I honestly worried that I might have permanently lost my taste for food. It was sad.
Now I'm hungry. Now I can go from zero to OMG FEED ME NOW!!!1!! in sixty seconds. Now I'm once again thinking about food in a recreational sense. I made fondue last night - three meats, four vegetables, three dipping sauces - just because it sounded tasty and fun. I have my appetite back.
And my energy level! I actually had the energy to walk to the store after work, buy fondue ingredients, and make fondue. I've started to think about going places and doing things. I've started to have ideas for Respectful of Otters posts. I think I may be on my way to rejoining the land of the living. That would be nice.
No new symptoms except for the appearance of sudden-onset hunger. Still not showing, although I feel a little rounder in the belly.
Wait, maybe mood swings. You'd have to ask
curiousangel, but I bet he'd be too smart to answer you. I think I do have a slightly increased tendency to be sentimental and weepy, especially in response to baby-related stimuli. Perhaps I might also be slightly more bitchy. You won't hold that against me, will you? It's all the Critter's fault.
Speaking of bitchy: what the fuck is up with medical professionals criticizing women for "letting themselves go" if they don't shave their pubes? What the fuck is up with a boardful of pregnant women anxiously twittering about how hard it is to stay nice "down there" when you've got a big ol' belly? It's like fingernails on the blackboard of my feminist soul.
The nausea's gone - or, more accurately, the nausea is no worse than its pre-pregnancy level. (I've got reflux disease, and one of the symptoms is nausea when I have an empty stomach.)
But more importantly, my appetite is back! Food is such an important pleasure in my life that it's been quite distressing to have no appetite. For the last couple of months, even when I wasn't nauseated, I had very little interest in food. I ate as a chore. I cooked as a chore. I had brief cravings for a couple of things - bagels with cream cheese, salty salty tapenade - but I also left half my dinner on my plate, day after day. Because it didn't seem to be nausea-related, I honestly worried that I might have permanently lost my taste for food. It was sad.
Now I'm hungry. Now I can go from zero to OMG FEED ME NOW!!!1!! in sixty seconds. Now I'm once again thinking about food in a recreational sense. I made fondue last night - three meats, four vegetables, three dipping sauces - just because it sounded tasty and fun. I have my appetite back.
And my energy level! I actually had the energy to walk to the store after work, buy fondue ingredients, and make fondue. I've started to think about going places and doing things. I've started to have ideas for Respectful of Otters posts. I think I may be on my way to rejoining the land of the living. That would be nice.
No new symptoms except for the appearance of sudden-onset hunger. Still not showing, although I feel a little rounder in the belly.
Wait, maybe mood swings. You'd have to ask
Speaking of bitchy: what the fuck is up with medical professionals criticizing women for "letting themselves go" if they don't shave their pubes? What the fuck is up with a boardful of pregnant women anxiously twittering about how hard it is to stay nice "down there" when you've got a big ol' belly? It's like fingernails on the blackboard of my feminist soul.
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Date: 2004-10-02 05:15 am (UTC)