The last three months have been on average less horrifying than hearsay led me to believe. I expected a ton of throwing up, never ending nausea that would lead me to scornfully say things like, the person who named it morning sickness must have been a man! but I didn’t have any of that. What I experienced instead was a bone deep weariness. I could sleep all night, wake up, barely stay awake to eat breakfast, cat nap, wake for lunch, properly nap, wake up & potter around and then crash as hard as if I’d been partying like it was 1999 by 9.00 pm. Luckily for me, the Book (What to expect when you’re expecting) tells you that the pregnant body is working harder than a non pregnant body does climbing a mountain. Sure, it sounds like hyperbole to you but I assure you I believe it whole heartedly. Sometimes, a very few times I would feel a little nauseous but it was more my newly heightened sense of smell kicking in than actual morning sickness.
The other thing I do is cry. I cried when Obama won, that’s ok you say, lots of people cried when Obama won but here’s the question did they cry when Homer made Lisa a crossword puzzle to apologise for being a bad dad? Did they? Other times I cried - when the Universidad de Chile football team came on to the field, when Ro made egg curry at home, when Ro said I looked like a mom etc, etc. I also cried almost uncontrollably for several days watching the news from Bombay but that can’t be blamed on being pregnant.
So far, while it hasn’t been the most comfortable I’ve been in my life, it’s not been the stuff of legend. I’m looking forward to the next three months which are supposedly even better and not so much to the last three months which I can’t imagine being anything but horridly uncomfortable.
Anyway I’ll keep you posted. It’s why I started this blog!
