pregnancy - week 13

I hardly remember a thing about being pregnant with Carter, although I remember a lot about Abby's. And I looked back at my blog and the entire pregnancy I only wrote one thing about it HERE. So I'm going to try to be better about documenting this journey so that I'll have it for posterity. So if you don't want to hear me gripe about first trimester woes, feel free to stop reading now.

I do know that this baby is different than the other two. I think the reason why I don't remember much about Carter's is that my pregnancy with him was just like Abby's. I got a little nauseous, never threw up, had headaches all the time for about six months, had initial low progesterone counts, both pregnancies ended with my water breaking on its own, with two weeks left till due date.

So far, I've hardly been nauseous at all, except when I'm hungry. Instead my stomach is wracked with torment every time I eat. If I don't eat I get nauseous, if I do eat I sit huddled in the fetal position for an hour or two. No matter what I eat. So really, not eating sounds like the best choice sometimes. Which is good, cause I haven't gained any weight so far. I've thrown up once, had three migraines and a little annoying headach once or twice a week.

However, the past two weeks have been so much better. I started feeling better a few days before Maui and have since been feeling really good. Still get nauseous if I don't eat regularily, but my headaches are very few and far between, and my stomach is settling down a bit. But I still have some triggers.With the other two pregnancies, I craved Barg's rootbeer. Now ANY carbonation sends me back to the fetal position again. Like tonight. Durned orange crush soda.

I'm still totally exhausted though, but that should be passing in the next week or two. And maybe now that I'm feeling better I can catch up on my client work and actually go outside and play with the kids.

Oh, and my dreams, although always very vivid, are now especially insane and fanstatical. One night I was Kung Fu Panda kicking some serious butt, and another night we were fleeing a sunami deep in the heart of Texas. And its funny, cause I didn't seem to mind that waves were feet from our homes. All I was worried about was that our 72 hour kits were outdated and Carter only had size 1 daipers to wear. Nothing like a good dream to get you motivated.