At nine weeks, my pregnancy app notified me that my little being was now the size of a grape. I am amazed that something so small could wreak such havoc on my body.
At nine weeks pregnant, it started becoming more real. Some of the initial shock had worn off. For me, I knew I was pregnant at just four weeks along, before I took a pregnancy test. So, at nine weeks pregnant I have been knowing pregnancy for five weeks.
Since this is my first, every little pain, twinge, or tingle sends me googling symptoms, which my doctor specifically told me NOT to do. At nine weeks though, my nerves finally starting calming down, I started relaxing a bit and understanding that with pregnancy, the unfamiliar is, well, familiar.
I have been one of the lucky ones, my “morning sickness”, which for me was more like “all day nausea”, subsided drastically around seven weeks. Which, you’d like would be a blessing but in all reality just caused an assortment of concerns. I read, and heard stories from friends about endless bouts of vomiting, that seemed normal and expected, so my lack of nausea actually concerned me more than anything. The grape is healthy, I saw a heartbeat at the seven week scan, but still, my lack of this common pregnancy symptom continued to bring an alarm for me.
By nine weeks, I have relatively no nausea, my breast soreness has subsided completely, I do not have headaches, or cramping, or backaches. My only complaint in that department is after eating a big meal; my stomach feels too full and leaves me very uncomfortable for hours afterwards. My doctor’s advice from the start was to eat frequent, small meals. I can avoid the hours of discomfort by avoiding heavy meals.
My exhaustion has yet to taper off, and is directly related to how I’m eating. During the week, I am extra careful about eating lots of fruit and drinking a lot of water. But if I’m stressed, or exhausted, I tend to not eat as well or drink enough. This dramatically affects my mood and energy level. I went a whole day drinking very little fluids (on accident) and by 2 o clock I could barely stand. I fall asleep for two hours, which made it worse, I was feeling terrible and realized that I was probably dehydrated. A Gatorade and a couple of glasses of water later I felt like a whole new woman.
I am not showing yet (according to everyone else) however, in my opinion, my clothes fit way tighter around my mid-section. I have probably gained 3-4 pounds at this point.
I have my second appointment in two weeks, and another appointment with a high-risk doctor the following week. I’m hoping another sonogram will ease the anxiety. It seems that each week, with the exception of some panicking moments, the concern tapers off a little more.
I’m trying to enjoy every moment, it is going by so fast already. As soon as I get used to being nine weeks pregnant, I’ll be ten weeks. Each week has its own unique ups and downs, and I’m trying my best to savor each moment.