We are super duper excited to announce that we are having a baby! Our baby is due January 27, 2017, which just so happens to be the same day 3 of my 4 siblings were born on as well.
Being pregnant is nothing like I imagined. I always pictured growing a super cute belly that everyone gawks over, eating whatever you want, and thinking of a million name options. In reality it is rough stuff getting to that super cute belly and eating is more of a chore than anything. We are so very grateful that we were blessed with the opportunity to have a baby, but the severe nausea and puking that makes me want to curl up in bed all day is very draining.
My food aversions include…EVERYTHING. Just looking at our kitchen or the thought of going to the grocery store makes me want to puke and I avoid it at ALL costs. I also cry almost everyday as I take the subway home from work and have to decide what to eat for dinner. Food that I can’t even handle includes, broccoli, asparagus, any type of warm veggies, and ice cream (which is so sad). I go from liking one thing to hating it the next week.
Smells are HUGE triggers to immediate gut wrenching nausea and here in New York City there are endless amounts of horrible smells. There is nothing like a whiff of hot humid trash after a long day of sitting in the sun, followed by Chinese food three steps later. Barf!
One thing I have craved is melted nacho cheese. I have been known to make a few stops at Wetzel’s Pretzels or this sandwich shop behind our apartment that puts nacho cheese on tater tots. When we went to a Yankees game we got a whole bucket full of cheese fries. The man sitting behind me was shocked until I explained my situation and need for cheese.
Tyson has been working countless hours, and by countless hours I mean so many hours that 99% of you reading this can’t even imagine having to work that much. He is the hardest most dedicated worker I have ever met and I am so grateful he is my husband. I on the other hand work a little over 40-hour weeks, get home, and that’s the end of it. The nausea controls my life. The laundry, dishes, and chores pile up as I struggle to get through the long weeks.
My hormones are another story. I have shed lots of tears these last few months. Tyson gets home from work at 3am and tells me he loves me… and I cry. I once met Tyson for a quick dinner break one night and tears started streaming down my face when I saw him. Luckily these are all happy tears. I don’t feel sad, just overly excited or happy to see him.
At my 8 week appointment my super wonderful doctor prescribed me a couple of different medications to help me get through the nausea my first trimester. These have worked miracles and have eased the struggle to make it through each day… and night.
We are happy to share our big news and I will now be back in the blogging game, as I feel better now in my second trimester.