Hormones, hunger and hissyfits
Houston we have hormones.
Check, instant crying for goodness knows what reason. Rose 'dies' on Doctor Who, crank out the tissues. (sorry for spoiling it but maybe she doesn't, stay tuned) I find that I dont fit in regular bras anymore, go the tears, Mum shows me a maternity bra, thats it sonny-jim. I'm not regularly a hormonal, teary personage but by golly thes tear ducts sure are copping a workout!
Oh and I pretty much almost cried when going for a scan yesterday and seeing that little parasitic space prawn waving it's hand at me and sucking it's thumb. It was kinda cute, in a disembodied 'this isn't related to me' kind of way.
For a 6 foot tall Amazonian, I can sure put alot of food away. Every hour it's foodage going down, a large family size packet of Allens snakes sits proudly in my desk drawer to help me get through that 5 minutes before lunch and if I dont get fed, well see tears and head chewing. Not a good look. It is amazing how much you want to eat, but with any queasiness you just can't do it! Days read something like this:
Wake up, go get food. (right after peeing of course)
Bathroom
Get to work, bathroom, go to kitchen make toast, 2 pieces at least with vegemite and/or cheese.
Work for about an hour
Back to kitchen for more toast
Work some more
Go on coffee break for 2 spicy fruit muffins and a large water
Go back to work
Munch on strawberries and cream, jellybeans or snakes. Raid bottom drawer for those forgotten gingersnaps.
Lunch
See what I mean! I'm a life sized incubator for something that demands excessive quantities of foodage, not to mention hassling my bladder constantly. Notice how I left out the 10 visits to the bathroom amongst all that eating.
Hissyfits and tantrums, expect 'em, they happen. Usually if food is not forthcoming. This happens in the morning if someone isnt quick enough to relieve staff for a break, lunch time if Riff can't answer my question about what time we are going fast enough, and in the car on the way home when it's been an hour since I ate. Can also be when we arrive home and I dont make it to the pantry in time. It's nasty, it's relationship/day/night/mood killing, and it aint fun. Lesson learnt, pack all manner of munchables in any bag you are carrying, my workbag holds muesli bars, my weekend bag has a snickers and a bottle of water, my going out nighttime bag has tic-tacs and small boiled sweets. Yes, sad I know, but the only way I can stop from going from a mild-mannered person to a raving lunatic looking for blood. You think I'm kidding? I'm not, it's crazy.
So now that I have made it past the intrepid 12 week mark and the space prawn is looking more human thank planktonish, I can say hooray! Just waiting for that week where they reckon you glow, and everything is cool, and your stomach doesn't feel like a constantly churning garbage compactor. Bring it on!
Check, instant crying for goodness knows what reason. Rose 'dies' on Doctor Who, crank out the tissues. (sorry for spoiling it but maybe she doesn't, stay tuned) I find that I dont fit in regular bras anymore, go the tears, Mum shows me a maternity bra, thats it sonny-jim. I'm not regularly a hormonal, teary personage but by golly thes tear ducts sure are copping a workout!
Oh and I pretty much almost cried when going for a scan yesterday and seeing that little parasitic space prawn waving it's hand at me and sucking it's thumb. It was kinda cute, in a disembodied 'this isn't related to me' kind of way.
For a 6 foot tall Amazonian, I can sure put alot of food away. Every hour it's foodage going down, a large family size packet of Allens snakes sits proudly in my desk drawer to help me get through that 5 minutes before lunch and if I dont get fed, well see tears and head chewing. Not a good look. It is amazing how much you want to eat, but with any queasiness you just can't do it! Days read something like this:
Wake up, go get food. (right after peeing of course)
Bathroom
Get to work, bathroom, go to kitchen make toast, 2 pieces at least with vegemite and/or cheese.
Work for about an hour
Back to kitchen for more toast
Work some more
Go on coffee break for 2 spicy fruit muffins and a large water
Go back to work
Munch on strawberries and cream, jellybeans or snakes. Raid bottom drawer for those forgotten gingersnaps.
Lunch
See what I mean! I'm a life sized incubator for something that demands excessive quantities of foodage, not to mention hassling my bladder constantly. Notice how I left out the 10 visits to the bathroom amongst all that eating.
Hissyfits and tantrums, expect 'em, they happen. Usually if food is not forthcoming. This happens in the morning if someone isnt quick enough to relieve staff for a break, lunch time if Riff can't answer my question about what time we are going fast enough, and in the car on the way home when it's been an hour since I ate. Can also be when we arrive home and I dont make it to the pantry in time. It's nasty, it's relationship/day/night/mood killing, and it aint fun. Lesson learnt, pack all manner of munchables in any bag you are carrying, my workbag holds muesli bars, my weekend bag has a snickers and a bottle of water, my going out nighttime bag has tic-tacs and small boiled sweets. Yes, sad I know, but the only way I can stop from going from a mild-mannered person to a raving lunatic looking for blood. You think I'm kidding? I'm not, it's crazy.
So now that I have made it past the intrepid 12 week mark and the space prawn is looking more human thank planktonish, I can say hooray! Just waiting for that week where they reckon you glow, and everything is cool, and your stomach doesn't feel like a constantly churning garbage compactor. Bring it on!
posted by Rom | 5:57 PM
1 Comments:
I'm with you all the way! This morning I started to cry coz I felt so ill, a few Jatz crackers set me on the path to good humour. Yesterday I vomited before lunch and then sat down and ate. Sooo hungry - and I'm only 6 weeks! I envy your head-start, you are so much closer to feeling human again...
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