OMG HUNGRY! (and other fun symptoms)

Wow. Since last night, despite the nausea, I have been absolutely, unbelievably, disgustingly ravenous. This would be great, except that food still turns my stomach, so being ravenous isn't helping that. I am also unbelievably lazy. I crawled into bed last night around 9. My husband called at 10 to say he was on his way home (he's often out on Wednesday nights). At 10:30, just as he was pulling into the driveway, I called him and asked him to please bring down a banana for me when he came inside. I am THAT unbelievably lazy. I was so tired the very thought of walking up one flight of stairs made me feel hopeless. But I NEEDED food. Right that instant! Fortunately, I have the best husband on the planet, and he brought me water, my nightly medicine, and a banana immediately.

Speaking of my nightly medicine, when I graduated from Shady Hell, my doctor told me I could stop taking the metformin that day (Tuesday). I am leery of this. I stopped taking it around 6 weeks last time, and with the subsequent miscarriage (might not have been related), I had inquired about staying on metformin through the first trimester and he had agreed that should I get pregnant again, staying on the metformin for the first trimester had enough possible benefit to counteract any perceived risks. But when he told me to stop taking it, I just nodded and said, "uh huh" because I was too busy watching Margaret measure the three (THREE!!) heartbeats on the screen to realize that I should be asking about it. I have enough metformin in my current bottle to get me through Sunday night, and I have an appointment with the perinatologist on Monday, so I think I'm going to keep taking it until Monday and ask him if I should refill it or not.

Oh and about the tired thing... I was unbelievably shattered in my last pregnancy. I had negative energy. I felt terrible. I could barely get out of bed in the morning. I couldn't keep my eyes open after 8 or so at night. I dozed at work accidentally twice. I didn't think it could be described, and I certainly didn't think it could be any worse. Oh my gosh. It is THREE times worse (surprise!) this time. Last night I was actually contemplating using toothpicks to hold my eyelids open until I could get J in bed (since my husband was out, I definitely had to handle bedtime). I remember when I was pregnant last time, there was an occasion when S was out of town, and J and I were vegging together before bedtime. He was "reading" books or watching TV or something. Eventually, J, my adorable barely-three-year-old (at the time), WOKE ME UP to tell me it was time for him to go to bed. I fear there will be many repeats of this incident in this pregnancy.

In other news, despite the unbelievable hunger, I have now lost so much weight that I am wearing a skirt that hasn't fit me in two years. It is two sizes smaller than most of the clothes in my closet. This is not good, though under any other circumstances I would be thrilled. (Don't be too impressed, by the way, it's still an enormously huge size, just two sizes smaller than my previously enormous size)