I'm 8 weeks along today. And I'm feeling it.
If I'm not constantly stuffing my face I'm wanting to barf. I'm happy to be feeling a little queasy, as I was really worried at first at my lack of nausea. And now that it's here, of course, I'm not really enjoying it. I need to remember to eat a snack every hour or so to keep my blood sugar up and I'm ok. But today I got carried away with my sewing work during Gideon's nap and by the time I realized I hadn't eaten lunch I was so nauseated I couldn't even make myself something to eat. So I just laid in bed till Silas got home from work and brought me dinner.
I'm tired. So tired. Pregnancy insomnia is in full swing and not being able to sleep at night is a problem as I DON'T HAVE TIME TO SLEEP DURING THE DAY! When I was pregnant with Gideon I slept from noon to 5 pm. Almost every day from about week 7 to week 12. I didn't really have much on my plate so that was perfectly acceptable. I no longer have an empty plate. And I'm tempted to start shoving things off of it so I can do a faceplant in it. But I know I'll regret it if I start dropping balls. Look at me. So many mixed metaphors.
But despite these annoyances, the very worst thing is that I'm an emotional wreck. No, really, a wreck. I can't even count the number of times I've cried today, let alone this week. Today I sobbed over a dirty diaper because it smelled bad. Then I made myself a cake. Everything Silas says makes me cry. Everything from "You're beautiful!" to "That blog post is full of typos." has been in tears. It's freaking ridiculous.
I know I can't let my emotions control me. But I'm not really sure how to go about acting like a person whose hormones are not being all cray-cray. *sigh* Soon this part will be over and I can move on to the fun part.