In fact, I hadn't realized how worried I was about not having many symptoms, until my last checkup when I started bawling while lying on the exam table listening to his little heartbeat and having my Doc reassure me that all was well. I simply hadn't felt pregnant. And it worried me. Everything I'd been reading was telling me how difficult and wretched everything was supposed to be. Especially for a woman like me, who is "advanced age-high risk".
Here's what I have experienced:
- I've had heartburn a couple of times.
- My boobs KILLED during the first trimester and I winced every night as I'd attempt to remove my bra without making booby contact.
- I have to pee every 17 minutes. Sometimes sooner.
|Haven't gotten around to taking the 19 week pic yet. I'm at the awkward stage where I don't quite look pregnant but rather like I just ate the entire dessert section of a Vegas buffet. Twice.|
Um. Yeah. So far, that's kind of it. I have a theory though. I'm thinking that all those years and years of having miserably painful periods where I was curled into a fetal ball of agony is making this feel like a snap. That, combined with the fact that I no longer wake up with the familiar caress of my years long companion, the hangover, I'm feeling pretty damn good. Who knew?
I have had one major, annoying, inconvenience. I cry. Like, for the most asinine reasons. Let's use some more bullet points!
- I recently went to St. George for the weekend and I cried because I missed my dog.
- I read a news article where a 12 year old girl accidentally ran a marathon. Which clearly calls for tears.
- Getting dressed the other morning, I realized I was down to one last bra that actually fit. I plopped down in front of my closet and bawled. And then cried again on my way to work because crying had made me late.
- Someone on FB posted an obituary for a woman in Cincinnati I'd never known or even heard of. I burst into tears because she was dead.
- Gordon Ramsey hugged someone on Kitchen Nightmares. I ugly cried.