Hormones, they sure do put you in a mood. I've been akin to premenstrual, but worse, for almost a month.
Irrational tears.
Much shouting.
Hyperbolic outrage.
It's fun.
The smell thing is not good, although it's peculiar smells that get me. Food not so bad as with the boys, although certain foods are icksome. Mostly the ones I am compelled to eat, like today's macaroni cheese for lunch. Yumtastic but smelly. And anything resembling fish, or potatoes bizarrely. Perfumes are continuing to be a problem, all perfume now makes me gag. Air freshener, furniture polish, perfume & aftershave, fabric conditioner - all vile.
More rage:
I am now being illogically upset at people's response to my news. I've told pretty much everyone now, even work as I am green around the gills and as skilled as the watercooler at remembering anything. And I'm not sure what reaction would please me. Bizarrely, I'm almost embarrassed to say, it wasn't planned and I feel that counts against me. I still want it, very much, it's an accident I've been praying for the last two years, but I still feel slightly like it's not real somehow. I've got a vague recollection of feeling similar when I was blatantly obviously pregnant with twins. Until the scan and the definite confirmation that you've got a real live baby or three in there, it does feel a bit like you're making it up.
Christ. Imagine triplets. I always boggled at the idea of how one could cope with triplets (arms = 2, maximum number of babies also = 2) given the restrictions of twins. I suppose subsequent triplets do have the advantage of additional arms in the firstborn.
I would definitely be feeling shitter right now if it was triplets.
Showing posts with label smells. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smells. Show all posts
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
The smell of fatigue
An uneventful day so far. I decided I was not fit for work (pretty much decided before I left work yesterday) so went straight back to bed when I got back from taking the boys to school. And sleep...
Why is sleeping so much easier when it's daytime? We're designed to sleep at night, but that's hard. My brain has this little switch that activates when it understands that bedtime has occurred. This makes it go into "dooooo stuffff. Wakey wakey, dontcha need to visit the bathroom? Ooh remember those things you wondered about? Now would be a great time to look them up!" mode.
But I defeated it today. Ha. I went through the gargantuan effort of making and eating lunch (can still eat, this is good) which has been the sole achievement of today. Logic: may resemble human being later and be useful then.
Reading stuff mostly leads to paranoia. Everything can be bad /ominous if you read enough. Do not read stuff! Or if you must, read What to Expect When You're Expecting, because it is nice and reassuring.
I'm adding to this, it is now bedtime and I feel compelled to add for future reference that the nausea is never far away. It hides when I do no exertion whatsoever and am exposed to no smells of any strong type at all.
Surprisingly, the smells that are getting me most are perfumes. For no good reason I put on some Poison the other day and nearly fainted from the smell, I had to wash my neck. I do normally like Poison (not as much as when I was 12 but it was a kind gift still). The bathroom aisle in Asda had me near enough hurling this evening. Hubby suggested he might make kedgeree for the boys, saying as how I don't eat fish, and seemed surprised to be informed his wife would have to be out of the house for a week or so afterwards. Obvious smells have the nausea at peak, the ones a hangover can't deal with - fish, cooking smells generally and any conventionally rank smells. I already mentioned cigarette smoke. Ugh, and I can say that as a non smoker of nearly 2 weeks now.
I must have a wee rant about smoking sometime.
I am however going wild for Body Shop White Musk, which I have never really noticed before, and I've definitely had some and put it down to generically pleasant. Now it is ambrosia for the nose, and I don't mean it smells like rice pudding.
I don't think I'm going to work tomorrow, but I fear I may have to reveal the source of my malaise upon my return. I have the doctors who I may freak out with my list of worries. Ho hum.
I must point out: I was quite useful later. I walked up to school, reading that a walk and some fresh air is good for nausea. Is it ***k, but I survived (just). The boys and I did a fair amount of clearing - they did toys and I did trash - so we rewarded ourselves with easter eggs, which the boys didn't get on account of being very naughty while fetching them. And I changed the bed, by which I mean I stripped the bed, dug out clean covers then asked hubby to finish. Which he did - a DEFINITE perk of pregnancy. He did the dishwasher too.
Tomorrow, when I'm in a good(er) mood I may discuss intolerance.
Why is sleeping so much easier when it's daytime? We're designed to sleep at night, but that's hard. My brain has this little switch that activates when it understands that bedtime has occurred. This makes it go into "dooooo stuffff. Wakey wakey, dontcha need to visit the bathroom? Ooh remember those things you wondered about? Now would be a great time to look them up!" mode.
But I defeated it today. Ha. I went through the gargantuan effort of making and eating lunch (can still eat, this is good) which has been the sole achievement of today. Logic: may resemble human being later and be useful then.
Reading stuff mostly leads to paranoia. Everything can be bad /ominous if you read enough. Do not read stuff! Or if you must, read What to Expect When You're Expecting, because it is nice and reassuring.
I'm adding to this, it is now bedtime and I feel compelled to add for future reference that the nausea is never far away. It hides when I do no exertion whatsoever and am exposed to no smells of any strong type at all.
Surprisingly, the smells that are getting me most are perfumes. For no good reason I put on some Poison the other day and nearly fainted from the smell, I had to wash my neck. I do normally like Poison (not as much as when I was 12 but it was a kind gift still). The bathroom aisle in Asda had me near enough hurling this evening. Hubby suggested he might make kedgeree for the boys, saying as how I don't eat fish, and seemed surprised to be informed his wife would have to be out of the house for a week or so afterwards. Obvious smells have the nausea at peak, the ones a hangover can't deal with - fish, cooking smells generally and any conventionally rank smells. I already mentioned cigarette smoke. Ugh, and I can say that as a non smoker of nearly 2 weeks now.
I must have a wee rant about smoking sometime.
I am however going wild for Body Shop White Musk, which I have never really noticed before, and I've definitely had some and put it down to generically pleasant. Now it is ambrosia for the nose, and I don't mean it smells like rice pudding.
I don't think I'm going to work tomorrow, but I fear I may have to reveal the source of my malaise upon my return. I have the doctors who I may freak out with my list of worries. Ho hum.
I must point out: I was quite useful later. I walked up to school, reading that a walk and some fresh air is good for nausea. Is it ***k, but I survived (just). The boys and I did a fair amount of clearing - they did toys and I did trash - so we rewarded ourselves with easter eggs, which the boys didn't get on account of being very naughty while fetching them. And I changed the bed, by which I mean I stripped the bed, dug out clean covers then asked hubby to finish. Which he did - a DEFINITE perk of pregnancy. He did the dishwasher too.
Tomorrow, when I'm in a good(er) mood I may discuss intolerance.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Feeling queasy
Ugh. Feel very sick. Feel very tired. Ache a lot in the chest area. Smells are not good, especially cigarette smoke and ham. Ugh. Bizarrely, McDonalds cheeseburgers, which aren't even food, are appealing. Very appealing. Which is odd as a) they're rank and b) I don't eat red meat.
But I am official. I saw a midwife today who didn't mock or dismiss me, and who has booked me in, all set for getting a scan date and what not. I am starting to get excited. Last test today was very very dark, I think I can stop now as something major and definitely noticeable has to happen for it not to continue.
Unconnectedly to our news, today we got our new car. I say that, today hubby got his new car. Just as well, the teeny 500 had no room for babies, the S40 does indeed. Volvo love renewed. The Fiat was 16 months old and a frequent visitor to the garage, as well as being the unluckiest car we've owned. Fed up, hubby had decided on a new car, and with Friday's news, we swapped the tiny for the huge.
It's very nice.
I told one of the mums at school about baby, and had a right moan to her. I have the cold!! And I can't take anything other than paracetamol, which stops the need to keel over, but doesn't address the congestion. Still not officially telling anyone.
But I am official. I saw a midwife today who didn't mock or dismiss me, and who has booked me in, all set for getting a scan date and what not. I am starting to get excited. Last test today was very very dark, I think I can stop now as something major and definitely noticeable has to happen for it not to continue.
Unconnectedly to our news, today we got our new car. I say that, today hubby got his new car. Just as well, the teeny 500 had no room for babies, the S40 does indeed. Volvo love renewed. The Fiat was 16 months old and a frequent visitor to the garage, as well as being the unluckiest car we've owned. Fed up, hubby had decided on a new car, and with Friday's news, we swapped the tiny for the huge.
It's very nice.
I told one of the mums at school about baby, and had a right moan to her. I have the cold!! And I can't take anything other than paracetamol, which stops the need to keel over, but doesn't address the congestion. Still not officially telling anyone.
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