Everyone says that every pregnancy is different, and I always found that weird. Same person, different symptoms. To an extent, my symptoms have been sort of the same. Save for the fact that last time, i was on a heavy artillery of hormones, which I’m sure exacerbated the grossness that I felt. This time, my symptoms, have been pretty similar in nature, except on a less grander scale. The one thing I’d say that was worse was the exhaustion. Chasing after a toddler with that caliber of exhaustion was beyond tough.
Believe me, I’m not complaining.
What I find really amusing, is food aversions. Last time, you couldn’t come near me with chicken, unless you wanted to face certain death. But meat was OK. This time, the smell of meat makes me want to toss my stomach contents up. But chicken is fine. This time? Hair. Seeing rogue hair invokes gagging, which is awesome when you have two dogs.
And then there are the constants. Orange Juice and ribs. Not together, but both don’t taste nearly as good when I’m not gestating.
So far I haven’t gained any weight. I’m betting that’s about to change now that I’ve had my first taste of ribs for the pregnancy season.