Nausea is back. Like it ever really left; the little fucker just went dormant for a week or two to lull me into a false sense of relief, only to restrike like an angry cobra. An angry, queasy cobra.
Only it has morphed. I have entered a second trimester sneezing phase, which brings on sneezes that easily register 6.3 on the Richter scale. And they are often double or triple sneezes. And they also cause a mean gag reflex, which makes me dry heave. I know, right? Full of awesome. I am just hoping for no more wet heaves. [sigh]
And enter the insomnia. I have struggled with insomnia for many years, mostly due to an overactive brain that doesn't know when to shut off (and stay off) at night. I've been getting up 1-2 times each night since around 7 weeks to visit the loo, but now I get to toss and turn for hours in the middle of the night with hip pain and abdominal discomfort. Super-duper. KB bought me a body pillow that now forms The Great Wall in our queen-size bed, and I'm still experimenting with how to even use it to get comfortable. When he brought it home I immediately snuggled up with it on the bed and basically have been humping it every night since. (I am thinking of naming it George Clooney, or perhaps Johnny Depp. Any other suggestions?) But that hasn't stopped me from ending up on the couch a few nights a week for the past few weeks, just from sheer frustration with the tossing and turning, irritation that the dog snores in the middle of the night are much louder than I ever knew when I actually slept, and anxiety that I will never sleep again. I can take a TylenolPM if I so desire, but then I worry I'll become a bedwetter (since I have to get up to wee at night). Shite.
So that's how the second trimester is shaping up as I near the 5th month. When will this blissful, energy-filled, symptom-free, libido-boosting mythical period of reprieve reveal itself? Lies, people. Lies.