I’m pregnant again and I guess I’m looking to vent and maybe for some affirmation.

This is my second baby, but it’s my fourth time doing the first trimester. We’ve suffered two losses.

I’m only 7w5d and I’m already so tired of being pregnant. I’m awfully sick all day every day and I’m crazy tired no matter how much sleep I manage to get. I’m doing my best to meet my toddler’s needs.

I just hate this and because of my losses I feel so guilty hating every minute of it. There’s nothing beautiful about this. I just feel nausea all day long, I throw up every morning, I cry at every stupid thing, and I’m dog tired. Every smell is overwhelming to me and most food disgusts me and I’m too tired to make myself anything to eat, so I’m always hungry.

I wish I could tell everyone I come into contact with as an excuse for my exhaustion and low effort, but I know how much I won’t want to talk about it if anything should happen so I’m pretty stuck there.

I just hate it and I wish more often the media would be honest about how doggone awful it is. Nothing is working to relieve my nausea. The thought of ginger makes me puke from trying that for my morning sickness so much last time.

I guess that’s all. Ain’t being a woman grand.