12 weeks
The last week of my first trimester. A week I have looked forward to for a long, long time. I have yet to get my energy back, and nausea still rears its ugly head far too often, but I think my normal appetite may be returning. I’m also not starving all day every day, which was becoming quite the inconvenience. Last night as I lay in bed I realized I hadn’t eaten since my lunch at Panera, but when I ventured to the kitchen I had no desire for a peanut butter sandwich, pudding, american cheese and crackers, or any of the other childhood cravings I’d been living off of for so long. I wanted a meal. Maybe even a nice filet mignon (I have gotten sick at even the mention of steak for 2 months now!). Of course I was forced to go to bed hungry as my kitchen offered none of these options, but I went to bed with a sigh of relief that I might actually get to eat like a normal, healthy adult again. I even enjoyed a salad for lunch yesterday… another meal that has repulsed me for quite some time now. I just hope this isn’t a tease, like the week I spent nausea-free that led me to believe the morning sickness was over. I promise you, it only got worse.
12 weeks, 28 to go. Now if I can just get my energy back so I can enjoy each and every one of them…
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