Oh, that’s right.
Some thoughts I’ve been having over this past week since we found out I was pregnant:
“Wow.. my stomach kind of hurts. And I’m kind of pukey. Huh. I wonder if the milk I used in my cereal was bad this morning? Oh, that’s right – I’m pregnant.”
“Man, I’m exhausted. I can barely keep my eyes open. Can’t.stop.yawning. It’s not like I didn’t get nine hours of sleep last night. Oh, that’s right – I’m pregnant.”
“For pete’s sake – my back hurts! Did I sleep on it wrong? And holy shit, ow my breasts! Oh, that’s right – I’m pregnant.”
“What is that sensation I’m having that feels like an alien is growing inside of me? Oh, that’s right – I’m pregnant.”
It’s not like I’ve forgotten necessarily. I’m just pretty used to having no symptoms of anything ever, really. I don’t often get headaches or backaches… sometimes cramps during that time of the month… sometimes flu-like symptoms caused by, well.. the flu. I tend to go through my days pretty well-rested (though I do have the 3pm post-lunch exhaustion crash at work), relatively ache, pain, and discomfort-free. So I’m initially pretty startled that I can feel my body acting and reacting to the current state of affairs. I’m certain it will become more frequent and more ache/pain/discomfort-ful, so I suppose eventually I’ll stop immediately wondering why my body is doing some weird things. Cause… well, duh.