Symptoms... continued.

I can no longer enjoy:
Chicken
Seven course meals
Seven course meals with wine paring

I experience discomfort in the following ways:
Tension
Anxiety
Stress
Back pain
Metallic taste in my mouth
Teeth grinding

Maybe I just should keep a running tally.

Tonight I got a message from a friend at the beginning of her third trimester, who took fertility treatments to get pregnant, after voicing (extremely) mild 'apprehension' about being pregnant: "The first time you hear the heartbeat is the most amazing thing in the world. It's at that point that I knew I would do anything to protect him. Even though I had been trying to get pregnant part of me wasn't one hundred percent sure that this is what I wanted.... You'll be great!"

I'm trying to decide if I want to thank her or punch her in the face. I'll probably just thank her, I was raised to be polite.

Some other fun activities that I've found myself partaking in is obsessively looking at pictures of other people's children and anything to do with said children. I'm not sure what that's all about. All of this is causing me a lot of anxiety. (Not just looking at the pictures, the whole pregnancy thing) I decided to split the difference between my anti-anxiety meds and nothing with the hot bath. This was after reading some further material on the issue of hot baths. I think the horrific anxiety might be worse for the baby than the hot bath. I needed to just calm down, so I took one. Now of course thinking about it I start to feel anxious all over again, maybe a Yoga class would be a good idea.

My body is doing strange things. My weight is staying more or less constant, though my pants suddenly fit... weird. Perhaps my weight is being transferred from my ass to my stomach. My jeans are loose... like falling-down-my-hips loose. I have no idea what that's about, but not surprising, I'm worried about it.

Next Monday I have my first appointment at the Ob/Gyn... with a nurse to take my detailed history. I am anxious to establish a relationship with the doctor so that I can call there ten times a day to confirm that I'm doing everything right. I feel like I've been pregnant forever, when in reality I've only known since 14 February. I feel like this appointment was scheduled at an inappropriately late date, though my mother assures me there's not a whole lot they can do at this point. I keep thinking, 'They could have warned me about the BATHS!'