I’ve been feeling really crappy lately. Surprised? I actually am. With the last two pregnancies, I threw up every day. But as soon as I did, I felt fine and could carry on with my day. This time? Not so much. I am nauseous all.day.long.
The NP I saw last week told me to try keeping food in my stomach, which if you’ve seen any pictures of me, you’d think that would not be a problem. I’m a big girl, it’s true. But this is harder to do than you’d think. Even with the constant eating, I still feel like I’ve been hit by an 18 wheeler.
I’ve had just a few cravings, if you could call them that. Chinese food the other night. Chocolate with almonds the week before. When I was prego with Katie it was pineapple. Yum. With Grant, it was Sausage Cheese McMuffins (no egg… yuck) and frozen burritos. I’m just hoping I won’t be one of those women who crave dirt and clay. I think it’s called pica – some sort of iron deficiency. Yowza!