Documenting My Pregnancy: Week 10
I will preface this entry by saying there are some “TMI” moments (i.e. morning sickness). These entries are honest and unique to my experience and opinions. Each pregnancy is different!
Once I decided to believe the pink lines and realized I’m actually pregnant, I downloaded the apps and searched the web. The first thing I wanted to know was the due date.
The apps differed depending on if you measure using the date of conception or the date of the first day of your last period. Regardless — I was looking at late June, early July. That’s how I came up with week 7 in my first post.
We put off our honeymoon until Thanksgiving week, and while I scheduled our first prenatal appointment for the 29th of November, I called to get it moved up. We wanted to confirm the pregnancy before going out of the country.
So, we went to the doctor on November 18th, assuming we were 9 weeks. Turns out, I was measuring 8 weeks. Totally normal, since I already had an irregular cycle.
Now here we are today, at 10 weeks and 4 days!
The first trimester is no joke, my friends. The aforementioned apps have kept me up to date with what to expect, but nothing can truly prepare you for intense nausea. Even talking with my cousin Katie, also pregnant, about her morning sickness didn’t prepare me.
PS: Morning sickness isn’t only in the morning, and you don’t have to get sick.
For me, morning sickness started in the first week of November and is still going strong. Thus bringing up the next pregnancy dilemma: Medications.
Now, let me first say, as soon as I found out I was pregnant, a lot of things changed. I had just had a huge flare of back pain, which was being treated with medication, and had plans for more interventions. I was taking medicinal cannabis for this pain and other chronic conditions, and I was on medication for depression.
Each pregnant person has their own concerns, preferences, needs, and opinions, and my choices are by no means correct or the only way to do it. But we decided the best thing for me is to avoid as much medication and risky treatments as I could.
That means, no more pain relief. No more regulating my moods.
As I push through all of this, I remind myself of the little miracle in my belly. And how it better be cute to put me through this crap. Jk.
Until next time!
