Many new mothers claim that the first trimester is the hardest, and I am the first to hands down and praise "Amen". I miss wine dearly. A nice bottle of Wild Horse Pinot Noir is something I dream about. Happy hours are just not the same, and I feel that my social skills are not up to par, and just don't feel fun any more. Plus, the idea of being the DD for the next year does not thrill me either.
I have been some what fortunate (knock on wood) so far with my pregnancy symptoms. I experience the typical boob swelling, bloating, bitching, and excessive sleeping. I haven't experienced morning sickness, but every now and then I am stricken with evening sickness. On these days, at around 4-5 pm, I start to feel really nauseous and just iick. Even after a long work day, the commute home makes me car sick. But this only occurs in the evening which I am at least thankful for and not feeling sick through out the day. This feeling can be best described as a really bad hangover - and the best solution I have to offer: sleep it off.
I crave salt all day long. Pre-pregnancy, I was more of a sweet tooth kinda gal. Nowadays, I yearn for potato chips, McDonald french fries, and high sodium Ramen soup.
To date, I have gained about 3 pounds. The pregnancy books I have been reading "Your Pregnancy" and "What to Expect when you are Expecting" claim that most women don't typically gain a whole lot of weight, and in fact lose weight due to morning sickness. These authors start to make me feel really bad about myself, so I stop reading and just look at the pictures. No sign of any bump, but my jeans are starting to feel a little snug - everything fits with the exception for the waistband. But nothing like a nice flowy tunic top to mask that unbuttoned jean. Also, leggings with dresses or bohemian tops give added comfort, particularly towards the end of a bloaty day.
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