I seem to have hit a point that I’ve really had enough of being pregnant, which is ridiculous given I’m 8 1/2 weeks. This baby was all we wanted for about a year prior to conceiving and I thought I’d be elated when it finally happened. I feel like absolute dog shit.
I’m miserable. I’m ill all day, every day. Last night I shocked myself with the projectile vomit that came after trying to have a bit of Chinese. This morning I’m just constantly wretching with nothing coming up, because there’s nothing in there.
I cannot stand the smell of my house. I can’t pinpoint what it is. There’s something that just hits me on every floor that makes me sick. I spent £20 on air fresheners yesterday and now having had the worst day so far, those smells are making me sick.
I’m shouting at the dog for giving me cuddles because I can’t stand the smell of him. I’m spending most of my time in bed by myself so I feel so lonely.
I’m probably not getting enough fluids because I can’t stomach water. The things that do work for me last a couple of days before knocking me sick. I’ve got to the point where I don’t know what I can eat because there is absolutely nothing that I fancy.
I’m sick of people talking to me about the baby, I seem to be getting found out by every little thing which is making me so paranoid that I’m being watched but I can’t be normal because I feel like Ive been hit by a bus.
We’re telling my dad today (mum knows after she tried everything to have a boozy bank holiday with me) but it’s killing me because I know they’ll be made up and want to talk about everything baby related but the thought of it all makes me so irritated.
I wanted to do something nice for hubby today, and I think he half expected it too because I’m the sort of person who’d get him a Father’s Day card from the dog but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I don’t know how I can get through another couple of months feeling like this. I’m hoping it will hit me when we have a scan and it all becomes real and maybe it’s just a bit of me feeling sorry for myself because I’m hardly ever poorly, so It’s taking its toll.
I used to resent people who complained about being pregnant, how could they when they’re so lucky? I am literally the person that I hate right now.
I also hate anything yellow. The warm coloured lights in our bathrooms make me feel sick, the yellow curtains in our bedroom make me feel sick, the yellow towels in our ensuite make me feel sick. The cream hallways in my house make me feel sick. We only bought this house in February and I’m already wanting to pack my bags and get out or spend a lot of money on the house that needed no work.
Sorry, I just think I needed a rant. Bloody hormones!!!