When I was pregnant with Maya I remember enjoying my pregnancy from the very beginning.  I loved being pregnant and all that went along with it.  Now, I may have erased all the bad things from my mind but I don’t really remember not liking any part of my pregnancy.  My morning sickness was mild, the exhaustion was manageable and there weren’t any aches or pains I couldn’t handle.  I was one of those annoying, glowing, joyful pregnant women.

This time…is different.  This pregnancy is seriously kicking my butt.  I’ve had horrible morning sickness since before I took that home pregnancy test way back when I was a mere 4 weeks pregnant.  I’m now just over 11 weeks and still stuck in the midst of constant, all day nausea, gagging at the faintest yucky smell or taste, and almost daily vomiting.  Not to mention exhaustion of epic proportions. I’ve never been so grateful that my child still takes a nap everyday so I too can get some much needed extra sleep. I just don’t feel like myself anymore.

My house is a disaster most of the time because I don’t have the energy or motivation to clean it.  I’m constantly snapping at Lorne and Maya because I have next to no patience and am operating on a very short rope.  Between constantly feeling sick, being so tired I can’t see straight and lovely pregnancy hormones thrown in the mix, I’m a walking time bomb. As you can imagine living with me these days is the opposite of fun.  My family deserves a medal for putting up with me.

I just want this part of pregnancy to be over so I can feel like myself again and start enjoying this pregnancy.  It is hard to enjoy being pregnant and revel in the wonderful parts of carrying a child when you feel like death.  Hopefully as a bid farewell to the first trimester in a couple of weeks I’ll also bid farewell to all the things that are making me not enjoy this pregnancy.