A horrible americanism I know, but basically week 7 (in the life of pregnancy) has been awful. Morning sickness is no joke. I'm not sure that you could call what I've been experienced morning sickness- It's not it the morning and I'm not being sick that often. I just feel sick, hot, sweaty and keep doing the most unpleasant dry retching sort of thing. My back, joints and muscles hurt constantly. I've taken to sleeping with a pillow between my legs as it relives some of the tension on my spine an pelvis.
I have only managed to have sex twice since I found out I was pregnant four weeks ago. Poor J, who can always be credited for effort and persistence when trying to initiate sex has taken the hint and hasn't bothered to try. Either that or I just look so disgusting that he's gone right off me.
When I am sick it's just horrible. It's that kind of vomiting that you do when you're six and you a tummy bug- so violent that you sit on the floor of the loo and cry about what your evil stomach is doing to you.
J however is being brilliant. The man who has no clue what to do when I'm otherwise under the weather has been to the shop to buy me fish fingers (about the only thing I can eat), done all of the housework, rubbed by back and cooed at me whenever I needed some sympathy.
At least there are some perks, :)
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