9 weeks

My first week of not seeing what is going on inside. I suppose all should be going ok. I certainly feel really like an alien has taken over my body.

Obsessed with salt or sweet. Monday, I found a pack of mini Snickers and before I knew it, I had eaten 5 of them. Tuesday, the salty cravings were back and a pack of Cheezels disappeared. Fruit is making me happy. Sprinkled with salt, of course. But I know that's gonna catch up on me sooner or later. Last time I had high blood pressure (though much later in the pregnancy).
Anything umami is awesome right now. Vegemite, tomatoes, yum, yum, yum. And i've developed expensive taste in water. Downing Evian like i have access to the actual spring in my back yard. Still most things, even so delicious going down leave a nasty taste in my mouth. And most every hour i feel like chucking it all back up. Never quite do, but maybe if I did I'd feel better.

I have spent more time in bed than can be reasonable. Still have managed to shop, get some work done and socialize. I even made dinner one night, but doing so meant I was in bed by 7.30 and fast asleep by 8 with the biggest headache ever.

Hubby dearest has left me for dead. Big deadlines at work are his priority. Though it would be comforting to at least get a return text after I text him around 3.30 every day to say that I almost fainted on school pick up because the heat was unbearable. Ok, so maybe I need not text him every single day. But really. Even a :( would suffice. I get nothing. So much for being able to milk my "medical condition" with him!

So we take things day today. And I hope next week I'll be able to check and see how the little thing is doing on there and if it's enjoying it's accommodation.