Week 8

So I haven't posted a blog in about a week. Part because I have run out of things to write about on a daily basis, and part because even when I can think of something to write about I am too damn tired to do anything but sleep. 

I sleep about 10 hours a day right now. I know I should enjoy this because it will all end in the next few months for about 12 years or so. So I do just lay down and fall asleep, and don't wake up until the next morning. 

I am officially two months pregnant. I know from the picture it doesn't seem like I am showing at all, but where I used to be soft I am now not so soft. Oh and I actually lost two pounds this week since last week. Freaked me out until a few of my good friends let me know this was normal and pointed out that what did I expect when I wasn't eating nearly as much as I was prior to this whole experience, but the fact that my pants don't close so comfortably as they did last week should comfort me. 

Yes that was a fun little moment, when I woke up Friday morning and tried to button my jeans, which by the way were loose the week before now need to be closed with the help of a rubberband. (by the way thanks to all my previous pregnant friends who taught me that little trick, made me jeans bearable for work that day). 

As for how I am feeling. I am still crying at the drop of a hat when I am not sleeping. I get nauseous about 7:00 am every morning so bad I start to panic because this is also about the time I transferring from the bus to the green line and have about half an hour til I am near a toilet. That usually passes because I now carry something small that I can eat in my purse. Then I am fine until about 12:00 pm then I am drained and cursing the four and a half hours of work remaining. It is also about the time the nausea kicks in again, but not nearly as bad in the morning. This lasts the rest of the day. 

Eating is becoming increasingly difficult as anything I have normally eaten and loved now just thinking about makes me feel like I am going to go over the edge. And if I find something new I like or can at least stand, I can only have it once because the thought of having to have the same thing twice in a row also is too much for me, and that anxiety then makes it something I never want to have again. I am only so creative with food. I do not think it is possible to eat a different thing for dinner every night for the next 8 months. So any one with ideas for recipes I will gladly accept them.