Over the weekend nothing has changed. On Sunday we went to the pharmacy to ask if there is a safe medication for nausea in pregnancy. There is non, said the pharmacist. Desperate! Seven more weeks of this, at best, if not longer. How am I going to survive this dreadful condition? I know I am not the first one, not the only one but this doesn't give me comfort. Why should it?
Ginger, said the pharmacist. It just doesn't work for me. I tried it fresh, crystallized, pickled, no luck. Ginger biscuit don't work either. So I got the 'Comfort Bands' from TravelBlue. Even if it eases my all-day-nausea by half that would be great.
We posted the new registration form to the hospital. It doesn't make sense but they asked for it. I had to sign three papers, one of these were the religion and ethnicity statement. 2011!! I fear that I can be underprivileged as this country is catholic and I am not. My religion should be my private thing. And asking about ethnicity I just think it is so distinctive! By not sending back this form they won't accept my registration. How nice!
I enclosed a letter requesting for an early scan. I am hoping for a scan around 8 weeks.
Only a veggie Subway sandwich was the only nice thing about Saturday. I know, I know that I should be eating healthy with a varied diet but I just happy that I still can eat and keep it down. Small burps and winds kept me happy for the day.
Sunday I couldn't leave the apartment. Nausea seems to worsen. I could manage a grapefruit for breakfast. I stayed in PJs all day lying in bed and endure. Poor DH, he has to run the house around me. I no longer make dinner for him. He has to eat what he finds in the fridge. But he's not a lost man I have to say.
I had a few hours release of my dreaded nausea. Band? Plenty of water? An apple was nice, and an orange, and some tangerines too.
Today is 5+4. Diarrhoea every morning for the past seven days. Weak tummy. Almost trembling. My breath is terrible, almost throw up brushing my teeth this morning.
Housekeeping? I cannot stand the kitchen since last TUE. No cooking, no washing up, no washing, no ironing, no cleaning. Everything is a mess. Now, when the hygiene is crucial and the good nutrition and balanced diet is vital I follow neither. I am just happy to survive each day. But I feel guilty about it, very guilty! Still around 7 more weeks to go of this misery. How am I going to cope? The peek of the hCG hormone (what causes the nausea) is just yet to come at 8-11 weeks. Help me!
Before the nausea started I constipated even with the usual portion of porridge for breakfast. Now I cannot stand the porridge. My nostrils feels like grow narrow over the past few days. My lips are chapped just like the last time. I feel my upper tummy is on fire, burning inside like a nice, slow fireplace. I look sick in the mirror with a yellowish-greenish face. My breasts are still tender and hurtful on the sides but it started to ease a little, in addition my nipples begin to feel super-sensible. My sleep improved though. Before finding out the BFP I woke up around 4am every morning, and the sleepiness was gone, I felt restive and nervous inside my chest for no reason. Now I sleep the nigh through except one little trip to the loo.
With all these bad symptoms I know that I should be happy. The miracle has happened. No hCG hormone – no pregnancy possible. This keeping me sane.
Ginger, said the pharmacist. It just doesn't work for me. I tried it fresh, crystallized, pickled, no luck. Ginger biscuit don't work either. So I got the 'Comfort Bands' from TravelBlue. Even if it eases my all-day-nausea by half that would be great.
We posted the new registration form to the hospital. It doesn't make sense but they asked for it. I had to sign three papers, one of these were the religion and ethnicity statement. 2011!! I fear that I can be underprivileged as this country is catholic and I am not. My religion should be my private thing. And asking about ethnicity I just think it is so distinctive! By not sending back this form they won't accept my registration. How nice!
I enclosed a letter requesting for an early scan. I am hoping for a scan around 8 weeks.
Only a veggie Subway sandwich was the only nice thing about Saturday. I know, I know that I should be eating healthy with a varied diet but I just happy that I still can eat and keep it down. Small burps and winds kept me happy for the day.
Sunday I couldn't leave the apartment. Nausea seems to worsen. I could manage a grapefruit for breakfast. I stayed in PJs all day lying in bed and endure. Poor DH, he has to run the house around me. I no longer make dinner for him. He has to eat what he finds in the fridge. But he's not a lost man I have to say.
I had a few hours release of my dreaded nausea. Band? Plenty of water? An apple was nice, and an orange, and some tangerines too.
Today is 5+4. Diarrhoea every morning for the past seven days. Weak tummy. Almost trembling. My breath is terrible, almost throw up brushing my teeth this morning.
Housekeeping? I cannot stand the kitchen since last TUE. No cooking, no washing up, no washing, no ironing, no cleaning. Everything is a mess. Now, when the hygiene is crucial and the good nutrition and balanced diet is vital I follow neither. I am just happy to survive each day. But I feel guilty about it, very guilty! Still around 7 more weeks to go of this misery. How am I going to cope? The peek of the hCG hormone (what causes the nausea) is just yet to come at 8-11 weeks. Help me!
Before the nausea started I constipated even with the usual portion of porridge for breakfast. Now I cannot stand the porridge. My nostrils feels like grow narrow over the past few days. My lips are chapped just like the last time. I feel my upper tummy is on fire, burning inside like a nice, slow fireplace. I look sick in the mirror with a yellowish-greenish face. My breasts are still tender and hurtful on the sides but it started to ease a little, in addition my nipples begin to feel super-sensible. My sleep improved though. Before finding out the BFP I woke up around 4am every morning, and the sleepiness was gone, I felt restive and nervous inside my chest for no reason. Now I sleep the nigh through except one little trip to the loo.
With all these bad symptoms I know that I should be happy. The miracle has happened. No hCG hormone – no pregnancy possible. This keeping me sane.
2 comments:
oh sweetie - I hope the nausea eases for you soon xx
Thanks Lisa, how soon will see. I just hope that no longer than the 13th week. Still enough to go...
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