Some might see this post as bitching when I should be thankful. To you I say take your soap box somewhere else. Obviously I’m thankful for this pregnancy. What kind of sicko would I be to go through two years of infertility treatments just to get pregnant and then not be thankful?
Now that this little disclaimer is out of the way: I feel like garbage. I made it out of the first trimester and nearly halfway through the second trimester relatively unscathed. I had minimal to no morning sickness. My energy has been that of a non pregnant person. I’ve had a great appetite. I’ve been as comfortable in my own skin as anyone who is gaining pregnancy weight can be. I’ve been pooping daily like it is my job. I’ve been good!
Until this weekend.
Last week I had to reduce my water intake to that of a normal human – 8 to 10 glasses a day – because I was traveling across the state and really did not want to visit every sketchy bathroom along the way (dude, rural gas station bathrooms can be rough!). I figured I’d be fine. Ha! With all my poo problems in the past I should have known better.
By Saturday it had been three days since my last poop. That night I took a “poo cocktail,” i.e. a dose of Miralax mixed with half water and half cranberry juice (DO NOT lecture me about taking this drug during pregnancy. I take it only in moments of desperation and have cleared it with my doctor). Sunday I finally pooped but then spent the rest of the day feeling hung over. I was tired, weak, moody and just generally unpleasant to be around.
I finally drug myself up and attempted yoga at 10:30 a.m. but failed after about 30 minutes. I was so freaking weak and my belly felt funny. Like, the abdominal muscles felt tight and stretched and I was miserably uncomfortable in my skin.
After a shower that did not include washing my hair (way too much effort) the husband took my dirty mop and I out for vegan sushi lunch and it tasted gross. Next, I ran the weekly grocery run and after three of the usual four stops I was spent. I went home and rudely ordered the Professor to go to the last store. Then I spent the next three hours schlepping around my kitchen, preparing snacks and lunches for the upcoming week (I do have fun recipes to post later though!).
Finally at 7:30 I gave up and went to bed. I think even Yum Yum knew I was in a bad spot because not once did she come lay on my head during the night and ask for cuddles. This morning I feel very much the same and now have a headache to boot. Oh, and no poops today.
I, Sarah Belle RidiculouslyLongName-MoreLongName, do solemnly swear to not complain about feeling good again. I realize the error and that I should have enjoyed the weeks of feeling good and not worried and griped them away. Please, please, please let feeling good return soon.
This morning I informed the Professor that I might feel pregnant. He laughed and said of course I feel pregnant… because I am. I pouted and stomped to the car. I want to return to my regularly scheduled non-pregnant programming. Before I start freaking out and calling my doctor, though, I’m going to alter my daily routine a bit and see if that can improve my sad situation any.
First: back to a gallon of water a day – even when I’m going across the state. I’m already 50 ounces in for today.
Second: new breakfast menu. I had been eating eggs and toast but suspect I might be needing more fiber so today I had overnight oats with chia, flax milk and dried fruit. I’ll post about this tomorrow.
Third: more protein at lunch. I have boring-ass shredded chicken in a vegan cream sauce with quinoa and steamed green beans for lunch this week and have planned protein rich dinners.
Fourth: much earlier bed time. I don’t want to start missing my morning workouts so I’ll give up my TV time each night in favor of heading to bed an hour or two earlier.
Fifth: more gentle stretching throughout the day of my round ligaments and back. I’m thinking some mid-day cat/cows and some gentle side stretching to help with this tight feeling.
If in a week I still feel like a giant constipated turd then I’ll call my doctor. Any other tips? Anyone else have a super easy time up until 21 weeks or so? How did you press on and not become a totally unpleasant bitch?