Eat, Sleep, and Fuss

So apparently I gotta act like a baby to have a baby. All I've been doing these days is eating, sleeping, and fussing. I thought I was in the clear, but 5 days ago I woke up feeling miserably nauseous. I stood in the kitchen staring at the counter thinking, "This cannot be happening to me!" I felt like I was going to vomit and had that heart burn feeling that mimics hunger pangs. I knew eating something would appease the heart burn, but it would aggravate the nausea. As I got sicker and sicker, I couldn't think of ANYTHING that sounded appealing because I had no appetite. Then I got to where I almost threw up, (but I'd rather shoot myself than throw up) so I just laid down in the middle of the floor and did deep breathing exercises until the nausea passed. I ate some peanut butter cookies, felt better for 10 mins and then the feeling returned. This has been happening non stop since Friday morning. I am achy and I just want to sleep. 

Now, imagine this........getting up and having to go teach a hard core class every day. These are classes which not only require vigorous exercise, but even worse a peppy "can do" attitude. Oh wait even WORSE brain cells that function. My pregnant brain is eating me ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

All I can say is so far, so good. I don't know what it is about exercise but it just sets my body in rhythm. With the exception of several times in the past where I haven't been able to rise above certain ailments or attitudes, I am usually able to let everything go and allow exercise to heal me. I am desperately hoping that morning sickness doesn't get in the way of doing what I love...teaching fitness. Like I said earlier, I'm pretty stubborn so even if I do vomit on the aerobics floor maybe it'll give me a few extra minutes to feel good and keep going. ;)

My POOR husband. I have no patience when I don't feel good. I've been barking orders at him ever since this all started, but I keep reminding him that I'm not being a B*#!^, I'm just too queasy to be polite. hehe. Fortunately, I have a husband who is not only the most patient man in the world, but he's also been with me through 2 pregnancies and knows I'm at my best in my 2nd trimester.

It is a miracle I am writing this right now. I am nothing short of useless these days. I sleep and eat so I have enough energy to teach classes and then I peter out the rest of the day. All this to say that blog posts will be few and far between until I get into my 2nd trimester. I'm just not real sure when that is though. I'll find out next week at my first real appointment. All I know is I'm HUGE and everyone's rubbing my belly and suggesting I'm at least four months. I think I'm barely 9 weeks. haha! We got a LONG way to go!!

Until I have the energy and brain function to continue blogging about meaningful things, I may take a blogging hiatus. So, if I go M.I.A for the next few weeks, you know why. I'm either eating, sleeping, or fussing. Keeping my fingers crossed this nasty feeling goes away sooner than later!!