In a lot of ways, I don’t really feel pregnant. It’s not real yet. I’m told it will be once I can feel the babies moving, but that seems so far away. However, there are still a myriad of ways in which I am continually reminded that I’m pregnant.
- I am having incredibly vivid dreams. I’m always a vivid dreamer, but I usually forget my dreams within minutes of waking up. These days, I wake up and it takes me a while to distinguish dream from reality.
- I wake up at exactly, and I mean exactly, 5:08 every morning. There is never any good reason for it. I’m usually right in the middle of a dream and suddenly I’m looking at the clock saying 5:08, and then I fall back into a restless sleep until I drag myself out of bed around 6.
- I am both starving and utterly uninterested in food at all times. I am unbelievably thirsty ALL THE DARNED TIME. Problem is, if I drink water, I cease being hungry at all, which means I’m not eating enough. The perinatologist doesn’t care if I gain weight, lose weight, or stay constant, so long as I am getting sufficient calories, but I’m pretty sure I’m not.
- I have horrific cramping that I’m just assuming is normal. Additionally, I swear my hips already feel all out of whack. I think things are already shifting much more than I would have expected at this point.
- Dog nose. Need I say more?
- I am still 15 pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight, but I can’t button many of my blouses anymore.
- I haven’t gotten over the ridiculous exhaustion, I expect that I won’t ever.
That doesn’t seem like so many symptoms now that I enumerate them, but they sure do seem to rule my life!
ChezPerky 