Week 6!

Week 6;

Usually, when considering my other pregnancies- especially those I carried to full-term, I began my nausea between 6 and 7 weeks. The morning I turned 6 w 1d, I felt queasy- extremely, until I ate. Don’t remember if I mentioned this before but the reason I initially took pregnancy tests was due to the fact that I had fainted out cold twice. After the first day of queasiness, I decided it was my responsibility (see, other times I was responsible for another child or it was so new I didn’t know what I was doing, so I didn’t really eat.- especially when I didn’t feel like it.) to eat. So I’ve been eating. All the time, whenever I feel slightly dizzy, queasy, hungry or just empty-ish. And it’s worked. So far. No more fainting yet!

One day I was out doing errands and I pulled into a parking lot to go shopping and after I had parked, I swear I felt the car still moving forward. I was terrified I was going to hit the car in front of me, but obviously being parked, that wasn’t going to happen. I realized then that I needed to take responsibility to keep my blood sugar and potassium up enough to a level that I would not ever, ever faint while driving at the very least. At home it’s one thing, but out driving is incomprehensible. So, because Joe cannot drive me around, I have to be responsible enough myself to continue to do that. And I feel I have been. I’ve been good about carrying snacks around with me in my school bag and purse (once spring school was done, a few days ago).

Smells of course have been just killing me! I don’t ever remember being this smell-sensitive since I was pregnant with Kevin. I can tell whether or not Joe has smoked when he walks in the door. I can tell who is eating what in any restaurant, no matter how far they are pretty much. It takes a LOT of holding my breath and willing myself not to feel sick with what I smell.
Between that and the intense growing- Sarah measured me the other day. Note; she is a PA and has done pre-natal’s before and often. I measured at just over 18 weeks- at just barely 6 weeks, no less! She is about 5-6 ahead of me and she measured at appropriately her size for her dates. Also, we are both having our third child. (yes, I lost two inbetween the others but I think she’s had at least one loss, if not more. She denies it now but….) anyway, we should both be measuring at where we are right?? I certainly should not be measuring twice as big as her when she is twice as far as I am. And while, for the first time I’ve sort of been enjoying not having to lift stuff and be responsible for kitty litter and what have you, (Joe has been taking excellent care of me.- almost too good) I’m still concerned that something may be wrong. It certainly isn’t the first time I myself, or somebody else- like everyone else, has concluded that I’m having more than one.

There has been lots of negativity involved as well. Heather called me and said she ‘knew’ I was pregnant with Joe. She said it is a girl and that I would lose it at 7 months. What.the.fuck???????
Who says that to a pregnant woman??? Or any woman really?
Anyway, a lot of this stuff has been negative. Dreams included. Last night was the first night I had a positive dream about this pregnancy. I dreamt we had triplets. Two boys and and one girl. All fraternal. Boys had brown hair and looked like a baby Ice but slightly lighter. The girl had bright red hair and they all were gorgeous and perfect. I woke so happy. I guess Monday will tell….or not. It’s still really, really early. I’ll be one day short of 7.1 weeks on Monday.