I had my first bout of nausea yesterday. I didn’t throw up, but I just felt ill after eating a handful of M&Ms at work. It got particularly bad as I got home. I sucked on some ginger candy and sat down for awhile with Fusilli, and the feeling subsided. But I also had a bit of heartburn last night and didn’t really feel like eating much.
Up until now, I didn’t think I’d have any morning sickness feelings, but I can feel them starting. I’m looking forward to asking mama what she went through, though it’s been so long since she was pregnant that I’m sure some of the memories are gone or mixed up or otherwise muted. Three more weeks.
Graham and I are likely going to tell mama and papa shortly after the doctor’s appointment. Maybe even that day. We were going to wait two weeks after that, but things just get complicated with travel and events and the like.
I like that my pregnancy is tracking the seasons. My first trimester is roughly the duration of spring. Second, summer. Third fall. I give birth right around the time that winter starts.
I’m going to the spin class tonight. I think it will be good for me to do. I won’t work too hard, but it’s been awhile since I’ve worked out. Not since before I found out I was pregnant.