A flood of hormones to the system is something that takes getting used to. My body is now the host for a life to grow and develop. With that comes exhaustion. Some days are very difficult to make it off the couch and working a shift at the hospital ends with a serious crash out session. Nausea peaked (so far) at week 8 for me. It was real sad in the beginning when I couldn't even ride in a motor vehicle. Even though Adam claimed he was driving like he normally did, every time he came to a stop I thought it was possible I could hurl. And you might as well have a puke bag with you if you ride the public transportation around here. My sense of smell has also become a bit of a problem. It kind of goes hand in hand with the nausea feeling because when certain odors hit me, I am liable to make a run for it (the toilet that is). And let's just stop the odor conversation by saying there are MANY different odors in the hospital to come in contact with.
I keep reminding myself that there is a miracle occurring in my belly, and it's only natural for my body to have to go through some discomfort for the result of an innocent and pure baby. I am also extremely fortunate to have Adam at my side. He is able to ease any of the above symptoms. Of course he can not rid them all, but he is amazingly supportive and understanding.
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