Today I am 5 weeks along...only a gagillion more weeks to go. Michael is actually experiencing more symptoms than I am. He has developed a craving for nachos and cheese, is consistently tired, and has an urge to consume the contents of my fridge. Me? I have only about 4 hrs of sleep (which, a few weeks ago, I needed 10 hours to function), and feel peppy! I'm not exhausted, no major cravings (although I really seem to prefer spicy foods), 4 hours of sleep really equates to the 10 hours I used to need (knock on wood), I'm very rarely hungry and have to remember to actually eat. AND my tatas don't hurt. This is a breeze...Again...knock on wood.
No more running for me. :( BUT I can briskly walk. That excites me. I have also been tracking everything I eat to make sure I eat enough. Eating an extra 300 calories is kinda hard. I'm sure in a few more months the struggle will be the opposite. :)
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