I realise I haven't written much about my physical experience of the pregnancy so far. I've been really busy with my research contract, getting set up to start tutoring, and organising local meetings and a conference for a professional association I'm involved with. That on top of all the diabetes monitoring and going to doctors etc.
About 2 weeks ago the mild unsettled stomach I'd had from around week 4, turned into a pretty-much 24 hour a day queasiness. There was little in the way of food that appealled to me at all except for fruit (unusual, I generally avoid fruit) and vegemite toast.
Around the same time my exhaustion really started to kick in, so that by 4 in the afternoon I'd feel like blobbing on the couch, unable to get up to keep going much. It had been happening at around 8pm prior to that.
Combined with the heat and humidity, and the broken sleep (I was often waking three times a night to go to the loo, and perhaps nervously checking blood sugars) I was starting to feel a bit lousy. I guess it just seemed to me that being pregnant really could be just like having a low grade stomach virus (or 'wog' as my mother called it) for months on end.
Anyhow, as much as it was tiring, and a bit foul feeling suddenly so off food, I wasn't terribly upset about any of this. I just thought, well at least it's a sign that my pregnancy hormones have kicked in and are doing their thing.
The extreme exhuastion kicked in just a couple of days after I'd decided to say yes to a tutoring job for the semester in addition to my other job. (After deliberating over whether it might be too much to take on this early in a diabetes pregnancy) When the fatigue hit I thought, Shit, what have I gotten myself in to! A few weeks later I once again felt enthusiastic about teaching the subject. I only started my other work from home research job around the same time I conceived and the chance to get out of the house one day a week and interact with some of my colleagues from last year's lecturing contract, I thought was an opportunity worth grasping. I also thought a day or two of tutoring might fit in well with bringing up young children in the future. As would (perhaps even better) doing Research Assistant work from home a couple of days a week. Anyhow, all just ideas at the moment. The lack of security (permanence) and lower pay for these jobs was also something I was aware of, but trying not to focus on, due to my excitement about both jobs and the fact that regardless, they were fitting in really well with my diabetes and pregnancy lifestyle requirements.
So yeah, the tiredness was pretty rough at night and I didn't have much desire to go out to things that would go late or to go to things such as Tropfest that would involve sitting around for hours.
But I don't want to sound like a whinger! Many women feel far worse during their first trimester, experiencing distressing bleeding or fearing miscarriage due to past experience. I have been fortunate not to have to deal with either of these things. And here I am now tapping away on the keyboard and snap full of morning energy. I am bloody lucky my queasiness hasn't turned into vomiting (which would surely have made blood sugar control much more difficult). And I have a lovely, caring partner (asleep in the next room). I have everything to be thankful for :-)Posted by M.A. at March 02, 2003 07:06 AM