The differences so far:
Sleep. I am so exhausted by the end of the day, I fall right to sleep as soon as I get snuggled under the covers; something I was never able to do without much struggle or medicinal aid. And Lord, I love my sleep. I am not sure how I am going to give this one up come November.
Peeing. I thought I peed a lot before, having on record the worlds smallest human bladder, but now it is ridiculous. I have to get up every 1 to 2 hours, which is a huge annoyance. Luckily I can now fall right back to sleep when it happens in the night.
Food. This has been the worst struggle. Instead of craving all kinds of new and delightful things, I abhor just about all food. I do not want to eat any of it, but I have to or I will barf. I am so hungry, but want to eat nothing. It is a weird form of torture.
Barfing. I think that part is over with the first trimester, thank god. My morning sickness was mild to moderate with only 4 instances of barfing outright. I still do the gagging thing, though. This when I cough weird or something tickles my throat, I will just gag super loud like a pre-emptive barf. You know that thing Jim Carrey does in all his movies where it looks like he is going to barf? A pre-barf gag? Yep, that is still constant.
Worry. I am a worrier by nature. If Sasha is late coming home, my mind immediately goes to the thought that he is dead in a gutter. This has increased ten-fold with this pregnancy. Now with any kind of ache or pain or even a lack of ache or pain, I instantly think something is wrong and go into fret mode. I am trying my hardest to curb these feeling, because I do not want to warp this kid during these crucial developmental stages, but it is hard when you cannot see what is going on in there. I do not know how I am going to survive the teenage years.
Mouth. One of the worst parts is that I have a terrible taste in my mouth most of the time. I likened it to tasting like Amniotic Fluid, because I thought that was a pretty gross description, but was told that amniotic fluid probably just tastes salty. We’ll say it tastes like spinal fluid then to give you an idea of the nastiness.
Illness. After recent air travel, I came home with the world’s worst cold that just kicked my ass. They say your immune system concentrates on the kid, so you are more susceptible to sickness. It has really wiped me out and I wish to hell I could take me some Nyquil.
Boobs. They hurt, dude.
Dreams. They are prevalent and more intense and oddly enough, quite raunchy. What we don’t know about our mother’s huh?