October 17, 2013 {9 WEEKS}

Well hello 9 weeks (yesterday!).  Yay!  Except, not yay.  I’m miserable.  Yesterday was the hardest day yet.  Nausea all day long with no relief.  It wasn’t an “I’ll just sit back here on the backburner and be annoying all day” kind of nausea, it was a “I’m going to be up in your face all day long and taunt you all freaking day” kind of nausea.  I was surprised I got through teaching in one peace without sobbing all day.  That’s another thing.  Emotions, anyone?!  Goodness gracious.

Yesterday I couldn’t eat a thing.  I forced down an apple at lunch and bypassed the leftover sautéed pea pods and carrots.  In fact, they went straight into the garbage.  Chicken and rice was a staple this week.  I ate it 3 days in a row.  For lunch AND dinner.  Poor Tyler.  He’s been such a good sport to not complain about my new eating habits.

And bytheway?  I crave carbs, cheese, and fruit.  Anything else gets by my nose and I want to punch you in the face.  Vegetables are still a no go.  Yuck!  And yogurt?  Yuckaroo!  I can do milk in the evening.  I also live on crunchy Clif bars throughout the day.  They get me through.

Today, I got home and started craving salty fries.  And a frosty.  And chicken nuggets from Wendy’s.  Guess whose husband is on his way to pick up dinner at Wendy’s tonight?  Not that he’s complaining!  Anything but chicken and rice is probably what he’s thinking.  The only problem?  Let’s just hope I still want to eat those items by the time he gets home with them. 

Curse these ever changing hormones and food aversions. 

Bytheway, Susan Eliason walked into my classroom today as I sat at my desk with the garbage can between my legs (no, I still haven’t vomited, but I sure felt like it this morning!), staring at the phone that was ringing on the other side of the room.  She took one look at the garbage can and the ringing phone and asked, “Well are you?”  Referring to “Are you pregnant?”  She’s known this has been coming so what could I say?  I didn’t have to say a thing.  She knows me too well.  She’s also noticed how I leave work around 4:30 every night instead of 5:30 these days and I come in later in the mornings.  Obviously, she knew something was up.  I couldn’t keep it secret from her much longer anyways.

My only problem is that our parents don’t even know yet.  I keep contemplating if I want to tell them sooner than 12 weeks because it’s getting harder and harder to keep it hidden at school.  Not to mention the fact that I’m attempting to not fall asleep walking down the hall or during my lunch hour. 

I hear the clicking of the Explorer pulling into the driveway right now.  Gotta go.  My food awaits (hopefully my stomach is still excited!)