March 2, 2009

Maybe I Have Pregnancy Induced Narcolepsy

Holy crap on a cracker.  I’m awake.  For five minutes.  Long enough to write a post, right?

Sleep is my middle name these days.  I go to bed between 9:00 and 9:30 every night, I wake up at 6:30 every morning, and on days that I’m not super busy or working, I take naps.  Several naps.  Today I napped on the recliner from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m.  Three hours. I only woke up because of the sudden, urgent need to pee.

I don’t remember it being this way when Dawson was in incubation.  I mean, I remember going to bathroom more than usual, and I remember being tired, but this tired?  Like all the freaking time tired?  It’s constant.

Food aversions have begun.  The smell of an egg frying sends me kneeling to the porcelain gods.  I used to eat two hard-boiled eggs for breakfast and now I look at them and gag.  I tried to eat french fries and thought I was going to hurl.  Onions (another favorite) are now giving me heartburn.  I can’t even look at butter without wanting to vomit.  I had none of this happen the first time I was pregnant.

I’ll be six weeks along on Wednesday.  Is that when the morning sickness starts?   It must be, because holy sickness.  In addition to food aversions, I have monster cravings for Mexican food.  This is totally normal because when I was having Dawson, I ate fajitas, tacos, salsa and enchiladas (and quesadillas and chimichangas) so often that Doug joked that I’d had an affair with Mario Lopez.  Or maybe it was George Lopez.  I can’t remember, but I do know I didn’t find it funny.

Yesterday I had such a craving for baby dill pickles that I went to the grocery store for a jar.  Total pregnancy cliche, I know.  But oh my gosh were they tasty.  I had to ask Doug to seal the jar too tight (I can’t open jars myself anymore) so that I wouldn’t be able to eat any more.  Sodium and nitrates cannot be good for the baby.  Or babies.  Thank you, Sarah, for planting that seed!  I’m starting to wonder about twins now.  My ultrasound cannot come fast enough.

So far I’ve still only gained those four pounds I told you about.  So, all this food I’m putting in my belly must be going somewhere.  Seriously, I’ve eaten enough for octuplets.  (Don’t worry, I’m no Nadia Suleman, thank heavens).

My first prenatal appointment was scheduled for this Wednesday, but the nurse practitioner had to reschedule due to some conflict.  So it’s next Tuesday instead.  Way to drag it out, Ministry Heath Care.

I don’t know if I can wait that long.  I might sleep through it.

ZzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZzzz.