…or at least, I think it has.
The problem is, I can’t distinguish between whether what I felt today (particularly this morning) was pregnancy nausea, or my stomach’s reaction to extreme hunger.
Since discovering I was pregnant on 2nd September, the only symptoms I had been experiencing were utter fatigue and exhaustion, painful boobs, frequent urination, vivid dreams and light headedness. Recently (the past 10 days or so), I’ve lost the frequent urination and replaced it with a massive increase in my appetite, and more saliva in my mouth.
I thought I had skipped the morning sickness, following in the footsteps of my mum, and put it down to being one of the lucky few that don’t experience it.
Until this morning, that is.
From when I woke up when my alarm went off at 5:30am and eventually got up at 5:50am, my stomach was grumbling. You know when you have to wake up in the middle of the night to catch an early flight and you feel hungry sick? It was like that.
Now, normally, I’m not a breakfast person. When it’s a school day, I would eat a Mullerlight yoghurt just to stave off hunger until break time around 10:30am when I would snack on some fruit, but at 6:30am I’m just not interested in eating. But I eat so I don’t get hungry later, if that makes sense? When it’s a weekend, I can either have a big proper breakfast (but that’s only because I’m up later and eating around 10am) or I skip it altogether and just have a big lunch instead.
About a week ago, my morning yoghurt was sufficient still. Last Friday though, I had to steal 2 muffins from the bakery role play area in my classroom and eat them in the staffroom as soon as I got to school! Actually, my hunger last Friday was ridiculous – it was insatiable.
So this morning I awoke with a grumbly tummy, and the longer I was awake the more conscious I was of how empty it felt and the sickness that was creeping over me as a result. I didn’t want to be sick though – it’s not like brushing my teeth made me gag. But in the end, Dave insisted that I had 2 pieces of toast before I left. I admit, it helped settle my stomach.
But by 9am I was feeling that creeping sickness again, but a hunger sickness. I tried to ignore it, but by 9:30am I had a funny turn. I had to quickly eat a dried cracker from the bottom drawer of my desk from an unopened packet that I had stashed there over a year ago! I could have eaten more, but my class were waiting for me. So I wet my dry mouth with a sip of water and swallowing that made me gag. I was feeling quite flushed at this point and had to open the windows and fan myself for a moment. Even talking was making me feel queasy, which is a bit hard to avoid when you’re a teacher!
By the time playtime came I had to skulk off for another stolen muffin. Eating that and 2 apples helped my stomach again, but it wasn’t long until lunch was approaching and the sickness was returning. By this point, I realised that I needed to keep food in my stomach little and often. So after eating lunch I was okay again, but throughout the afternoon I felt queasy and crampy and flushed. I had to get through to the end of the day and eat my salad tub for my stomach to work on. By the time I got home at 5pm I had to eat again – this time a random offering of stale crusty baguette and a tin of Heinz spaghetti! That tided me over until half 6 when we had tea (jacket potato and beans). Tomorrow, I’m sure the insatiable appetite will continue, but I will be more prepared with snacks. Lots of bland carbs, little and often. And Dave and I have come up with a little morning routine from now on – when I come out of the bathroom to get dressed and do my hair and make up, he will go and make me some toast.
So, what I’ve described here – does that sound like ‘morning’ sickness? Or simply a stomach not liking to be empty?
Combined with my other symptoms of excess saliva and light headed wooziness, from what I’ve googled, it sounds like these go hand in hand with pregnancy nausea.
I’ll never complain though. It’s taken me this long to fall pregnant that I will embrace any nausea and sickness that I experience.
I can’t say the same about my tits though. The dull throbbing, shooting pains on my chest, and the heavy watermelons I release at the end of the day, and the uncomfortable bras…
…THAT I will never embrace. Literally.