My legs are hurting so much.
I have to keep my mind incredibly busy to not think about it. It is a constant pain that starts behind the knee and spreads down to the calves, and vice versa.
I think about food a lot. The moment I want something I almost instantly am repulsed by it too. A good example would be going down the list on Smorgasbord's Brooklyn website. Brooklyn bangers? Sounds yammi. Ugh, actually, the meat inside those hot-dogs is probably gross. Bombay sandwich co.? Interesting. Oh, mmmm, no, I could never eat those spices... they will make me puke.
At the end of the day, I very carefully devour salads, sweets and meat, and feta, tons of feta, and crackers, hoping all the way nothing triggers the nausea. It works.
Ak-mahk and Finn Crisps are the absolute best crackers floating me on!
If anything of this sounds familiar to you, be warned- you are probably pregnant. Days are a string of nauseous moments and they start and end with impossibly thin whole wheat crackers.
Oh, and last night at a restaurant I almost threw up smelling a friend's freshly polished nails. She must have stepped out of the manicurist right before meeting me.
Those are the days!
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