Seven weeks pregnant* – one week of nausea, ten to go.

Ick.

I feel sick. All the time. Why, I keep asking myself, would anyone do this to themselves voluntarily? I mean, the first time, okay, you don’t know what it’ll be like. The second time, maybe, but a third time? That’s just masochistic.

The thing is, it’s hard to remember how horrid being nauseous feels, until you feel it again.  In fact, I remember that when I was pregnant with Mikaela, I was sort of looking forward to the ‘morning’ sickness, as confirmation that everything was okay. But, I also remember that once it hit I was miserable with it, even though it didn’t seem to be as bad as it was with Liam. So this time I knew better than to look forward to it. And this time I swear if anything it’s worse than it was with Liam. Damn it I hate it. Doesn’t help that the reflux has set in early again either.

Okay, so pregnancy symptoms at seven weeks:

• Did I mention nausea? all day, without surcease? Actually, that’s not quite right. It’s all day except (sometimes) when I’m eating. Meaning I am destined to put on about 20kilos over this pregnant, despite my best intentions not to this time.
• Light headed-ness, on and off
• occasional pubic symphasis pain
• mild insomnia
• metallic taste
• the cramping has mostly settled down
• exhaustion: serious, utter exhaustion
• relatively mild reflux
• mild depression
• and did I mention? I feel sick.

edited to add:

• ridiculously sensitive sense of smell (not a blessing)
• nastily dry skin

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* I know I  said I was counting the week change on Tuesday even though it was technically Wednesday. Well, I changed my mind. Today is Wednesday, and I am seven weeks along.  Roll on February.