8w 4d
At first, I thought I had lucked out on not getting full-fledged morning sickness. Little did I know, I've contracted a more annoying form of morning sickness that is more afternoon and evening sickness.
When I get hungry, I need food right at that moment or I'm not going to be able to eat anything. It's a 30 minute window, so we either have to catch it before it happens or get food ASAP. If I try to eat after that window, I can eat only a few bites before becoming unbearably nauseous. If we do catch that window, I can only eat about half the meal before becoming unbearable. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
This makes snacking difficult as well. I want to be eating something else between meals, but I just can't. I found this fact out the hard way when I forced down a bowl of chicken noodle soup before bed one night. I was craving it, and I was also slightly hungry at the time. Instead of stopping when I should've been done, I powered through it under the mental mantra, "My body needs this. My body needs this..." I won't get into the details, but my body had other ideas. It decided I didn't deserve to keep that soup. Ever since, I take my stomach's warnings very seriously.
If I'm eating out and smell something that my body decides is an aversion, I get nauseous. If D is sitting beside me and lets out a burp, I can smell it lingering on the air and just about loose my lunch. I want to be able to eat a full meal again because I know it's good for baby. I want to be able to smell other smells so we can eat out and snuggle. I want to be able to have company without needing to take a nap on the couch after every meal to sleep off the nauseousness. Perhaps I'm asking for too much from little parasite, but aren't I supposed to be gaining weight rather than losing it? I know I'm 50 pounds overweight, but I want to give baby every chance of being healthy by gaining some weight, even if it's just 10 pounds.
I can't wait for second trimester...
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