The second time around is...

I'm re-reading old blog entries, trying to find out how I managed to survive my first pregnancy...or how difficult it was compared to this second time. For sure, I was able to join the chorale's concert in August, attend PRAISE awarding in July...so I guess, I was feeling better by my 4th month...Hmmm. If I'm gonna be lucky and have a repeat performance, I should be well on my way to eating right by June.

I'm on my 9th week now, and so far, I've managed not to gain weight. Except for a couple of unbottoned pants, I still fit in all my clothes, undies included. I'm anemic, and my BP is 98/54. I think the heat, added to the strain of having to look for a new house, is taking it's toll on my body. Most of the time, the only food I manage to retain in my stomach is dinner, because I try to immediately sleep after eating, even if I have to sleep propped up.

I really feel guilty (as well as pity for Jerard) because now, his mommy can't clock in 100% attention. Most of the time, I feel so nauseated and weak that I have no choice but to give him to his yaya. Fortunately, he and Nelsy do get along well.

I'm really hoping the new baby would be a she...I don't think I want a third pregnancy...I'm not getting better at it.

At 7 weeks

It is a welcome but unexpected surprise. And perhaps that is the reason why my body seems so unprepared. The nausea is making me irritable, lazy and weak. I have no appetite, no energy, no passion for anything.

I'm weaning Jerard so that is at least one less thing to worry about. We finally managed to convince him to drink formula, and his appetite has improved. From time to time though, he still wants Mommy.

Anyways, I'm trying to stay positive with the thought that research shows that women who experience morning sickness has less chance of miscarriage.