I never expected that being SO hungry was a symptom of early pregnancy. Isn’t that supposed to come later with the growing belly and behind? But none the less, I am constantly hungry and constantly putting food in my mouth. It’s as if I have this nagging little voice in my stomach that just keeps screaming at me, “feed me! feed me!” All the while I’m screaming back, “Settle down in there! You’re the size of a tadpole! How hungry could you possibly be?!” If you’ve caught on, I’m being serious and sarcastic at the same time. I’m well aware my body is going through some amazing and crazy changes. Therefor, it’s very clear that I need to keep stuffing my face to keep everything happy and functioning properly. I can only begin to imagine what’s going on inside my belly while I go about my life, but I can tell you that it’s definitely requiring a lot of extra fuel. Forget eating for two; I feel like I’m eating for an army! A Greek yogurt and a piece of fruit used to suffice just fine for breakfast during the week. But ohhh no no no my friends, not anymore. This morning it was an orange, crackers, two extra large hard boiled eggs, a Greek yogurt and now I’m chomping on watermelon as I write this. The best days are when I feel hungry AND nauseous. That’s a fun plethora of excitement going on in my belly. Do I eat? Do I not eat? I’m still very early on so I anticipate the nausea to only get “better” and possibly be accompanied by praying to the porcelain God.
Aaahhhhh! There’s nothing like learning the joys of pregnancy. Now, for all you women out there who have done this once or twice before, you’re probably laughing thinking, “Just wait girl, you haven’t seen anything yet!” While I’m very sure that holds true, I still have my own pregnancy path to walk along and I intend on making the good, the bad and the ugly as funny, memorable and tolerable as possible.
So, while I’m discussing the joys of eating for an army, it gets me thinking about my next fun topic, Fort Knox. That’s right ladies, I have “my girls” locked down so tightly that not even my husband in all his breast hungry glory can break-in. When I dabbled in a little (or a lot of) online research to learn more about the “Early Signs of Pregnancy” and read about “Breast Soreness”, I had NO idea it was THIS bad! I mean honestly ladies, they are NOT kidding when they say sore. These puppies practically have a heartbeat of their own. A little over a week ago when they started to hurt I assumed that my period, like always, was well on its way for another exciting month of tampons, Advil, cravings and bitchy moods. Wrongo! I soon found out that these sore and ever so swollen puppies are the product of pregnancy. And let me just tell you, this is no “period soreness.” No no no, pregnancy takes breast soreness to a whole new level my friends. I can barely walk without them screaming at me to put on another bra of give them some extra support. Last night they were so bad that I wore a bra to bed. Nothing like the comfort of an underwire to jab you awake at night and remind you that your breasts not only exist, but are sore and swollen. So, while my poor husband was trying to get an extra peak and cop a feel last night, I may have bit his head off in my hormonal and sore state and told him that I’ve got these bad boys under Fort Knox and there ain’t no one getting in. Sorry babe, perhaps you’ll have better luck in my second trimester when from what I’ve read, the girls should settle down a bit.
Until next time bloggers, readers and lovahs, I’m off to go stuff my face in my little barricaded cave!
Susieqsinger