Week 5

Yeah I know its the second blog in one day, but I have some time on my hand, and I also have to catch up with the week I am in. I thought about combining the 2 weeks, but then it would have been a really long blog, so week 5 gets its own post.

So week 4 wasn't so bad, but week 5 is a little different. Little things are starting to bug me. Like coming up from the subway to see your bus barely starting to pull away made me want to throw my hands up and give up. At that point all I wanted to do was be home curled up in my husband's pj pants (the most comfortable thing on earth) with a real cheese burger, not one of these fake fast food things and cry. But I couldn't do that. First I had no idea where I could go to get said burger and be back in time to catch the next bus and well I had to wait for the next bus.

Why is it that all the worst symptoms have to happen when you still look completely normal. I swear everyone around me thinks I am some crazy out of shape woman, when I am not! I am a crazy knocked up woman. I must of looked so bad yesterday that some lady on the subway (very nice older grandmotherly lady, you know the woman when she walks onto the subway you naturally stand up and offer her your seat) offered me her seat, and said I looked very tired, and gave me a very sympathetic look. Now how would that have looked. Me a 29 year old in perfect health taking a seat from the very nice grandmother. That just doesn't look right! Good thing I was getting off at the next stop anyways.

So as you have guessed trying to stay awake through the day has become a bit of a challenge. I have to get up and walk around the office so I don't fall asleep at my desk. Yeah that makes me look real productive.... The bus ride home is the worst. It's the end of a long day and I have to stay awake the whole ride because I am terrified that I will miss my stop, and that would just send me over the edge of tears since all I want when I get off work is one of those teleport things they promised would be standard mode of travel in the year 2000 when we were little.

Oh and the nausea does not get better in week 5. I am thankful that I am not prone to throwing up, but that does not mean I don't feel like I want to. The feeling just sits in my throat the entire time. And whoever called it morning sickness must have some investment in our population continueing to procreate. I think if women knew the truth prior to getting themselves knocked up they might have thought a little harder about the decision. As any pregnant, or previously pregnant woman will tell you, it can be all day sickness. I am somewhat lucky, mine is just evening and night sickness. And the fun thing for me with my main source of travel being public transportation which takes over an hour is that smells of purfume and cologne are what get to me. Yeah its fun I tell you.

And another added bonus this week. The fequency in which I must run to the bathroom. Yeah I could do without that, and I know it only gets worse and the baby gets bigger. But hey it does get me up and walking around so at least I get my wake up walks out of it.

Now I am not sure if what I am having is really cravings or not, but I really want cactus salad. My mother-in-law made the best cactus salad. But of course do they sell tender paddle cacuts out here in Massachusetts? No of course not. They don't sell much in the way of decent Mexican food out here, which is great for me because most foods have become bland. The only food I seem to really like right now is spicy foods. The more spice the better. Its a good thing most of the eating we do is at home and I can add as much chilis and jalapinos and heat as I need, and the husband can take it.