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Six weeks pregnant: six weeks and sick weeks
By ella | May 5, 2005
I’m 6 weeks pregnant. This post is my weekly update on that. You may decide that posts like these are the reason why blogs sometimes have a bad name.
I am feeling sick so I am eating every 10 minutes. This is why I had a ten pound baby last time. Because he was made up almost entirely of ginger cake. This time I have rice cakes, pretzels and 7 Up on hand to try to quell the constant nausea without piling on so much weight that I look six months pregnant instead of six weeks. I like to try and remember that the nausea is usually associated with a ‘strong’ pregnancy. It is also usually associated with boy babies. Oops. I also have a theory that you may suffer great nausea in pregnancy if you have a strong sense of smell (I’m pretty sure it has already been proven that women without any sense of smell don’t suffer morning sickness). I am thinking about putting a clothes peg on my nose for the next six weeks.
I am bone-crushingly tired. I went to bed at 9.30 the last two nights, slept until 7am and I still feel like I could sleep it all again. If I don’t visit your site for a little while you’ll know it’s because I am in bed. Even my husband knows it must be bad when I don’t even switch the laptop on and choose to go to bed instead.
I have a heightened sense of smell. When I walk past the closed oven I can smell the grease on the grill tray and oven, even though I have cleaned it. It makes me feel like throwing up. But then everything makes me feel like throwing up. On Tuesday I had my I-can-taste-metal day just to add to the feeling like I might want to throw up. Eating is not really an option on a day like that because it just tastes like you are eating amalgam fillings.
I am starting to feel dizzy. My blood pressure dropped very low in my previous two pregnancies, usually something over 40 and the midwife used to wonder why I didn’t faint. When I sat up in bed this morning, I thought I might pass out and was grateful that, if I did, it wouldn’t be far to fall and it would be a soft landing. Last time I nearly passed out I was in a book store and I created a commotion. It was not a good moment.
Matthew and I are also starting to think about names. This might seem a little premature but we had such trouble compromising on names for our first two boys (he likes the more outlandish names - I say if you like silly names, change yours, don’t give them to your kids) that we decided to get a headstart this time so that we can spin out the arguments for eight months rather than eight weeks. When Eldest Son was born we had decided on a name, which took us over three months to compromise on, but when he was born we decided it didn’t suit him so we had to start all over again. For a long time (OK a morning) he was called Peach (which suited him even less, except that his baby soft cheeks really did remind me of a peach).
So you can see, pregnancy is a blast! I’m loving it! Really.
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