I'm 8 weeks along now and man, this little Lima bean has taken a toll on my body. I never realized just how exhausting it is to grow a little human inside you.
Of course, in the first trimester it's not just the fatigue that knocks you on your butt, but there's the nausea to contend with as well. I must admit morning sickness has been kind to me compared with many of the stories I've heard from other pregnant women. I learned quite early on that the trick to dealing with the sudden urge to vomit is to immediately EAT SOMETHING!! ANYTHING!!! which is rather the exact opposite of what your sick stomach is encouraging.
The compulsion to eat is impossible to resist. I've been known to wake up from one of my now necessary afternoon naps between shifts to run to the fridge, grab the brick of cheese and just bite off a hunk. Who needs a knife? Am I right?
Since peeing on a stick on sept 20th, I have managed to do 15 mins on my elliptical machine and I went for one 30 minute walk. I'm really hoping my energy levels improve come second trimester as simple tasks such as carrying a basket of laundry upstairs now cause me to pant and need a 10min rest. Consequently, I haven't even entertained the thought of going for a run.