Morning: a time for feeling a little nauseous. Breakfast must be consumed early or nausea strengthens. Nausea remains merely horrid unless attempting some strenuous exercise such as standing up. The rest of the day passes in a tired fug of feeling queasy, very tired and incredibly intolerant of all smells, sounds and people. Aside from 3-4pm, which is zombie hour, it's bearable. Just.
Evening: 8pm strikes. The time when children are asleep and normality could be had. The endless fatigue of day could be relieved by a big sleep.
Ha! says the hormones. It's time for proper morning sickness! So the nausea escalates to truly debilitating levels. The sickness never comes, thankfully, but it feels like it's about to. Constantly. Movement is nigh impossible. Sleep would seem the best move, but no. Lying down is worse. Happiness!! Much sitting down required. Also at 8pm precisely each evening, the breasts increase another size and ache in a burny sort of manner. They are unaware that they are not needed for a little over seven months.
This all remains till sleep, which is elusive. Not at night!!! It's "morning". Sometime, as dawn approaches, sleep arrives and settles nicely into deep sleep just as the alarm goes off.
And so begins another day...
Seven weeks now!
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