My average day looks like this:
Wake up. Feel pretty good. Then panic about feeling good. Surely should be feeling morning sickness as it is, in fact, morning? But then again, am only 5 weeks. So perhaps not. Poke boobs. Still sore. Relief. Shower, have one cup of coffee, which frankly, doesn't taste all that great. Go to work. Poke boobs intermittently throughout day, alternating with panic about not feeling nauseous. Then gag, cough, gag again, and feel relieved about sort-of nausea. But then panic that am actually creating gag reflex from personal panic about not feeling nauseous. So, poke boobs again. Still sore. Usually feel gag reflex shortly after eating, which surely is strange? Thought that morning sickness came from not eating? Poke boobs. Still sore. Feel momentary concern that someone at work will report me for molesting myself. But then again, probably not. Go home in afternoon because very, very tired. Cranky because must return to work in the evening. Sometimes forget am pregnant. Then realize this and panic because am feeling too good to be pregnant. Then calm self, as no reason to think anything is wrong. Poke boobs. Still sore.
I. am. exhausted. Mostly from the panic. And maybe the boob-poking.
Just under two weeks to go until my first ultrasound. On the one hand, I really wish I could get confirmation earlier that somebody is still in there. But on the other hand, this whole pregnancy thing is a big waiting game anyway, so I might as well practice right off the bat.
Sometimes I can hardly believe that I am nearly six weeks pregnant. Where did the time go? Then, at other times, I feel like I have been pregnant for four years and every day is creeping by.
Also, I feel carsick half the time. Like, for example, right now.
It's going to be a long nine months. This is for sure.