I felt really quite ill all week. Monday was definitely the worst day given the compounding effect of lack of sleep, but the acid stomach, lack of appetite and the fact that my stomach basically HURT all the time lasted all week. Until Saturday morning, when I woke up feeling fine, ate a normal breakfast and a proper lunch for the first time all week. No nausea. I managed to wear tight jeans, having struggled with my work clothes all week as they dug into my stomach. I felt fine all day although at dinner with friends last night I didn't eat nearly as much as I would usually, felt a little odd on the way home, and did gag brushing my teeth for the first time in this pregnancy. That reassured me somewhat.
This morning, no nausea, have been nicely hungry on and off all day, ate a big lunch at my mother's with no after-effects, and am still doing fine now.
As you can imagine, this is all making me very nervous.
I'm trying not to let it wind me up as I'm sure morning sickness can come and go (someone?), but it is nevertheless winding me up. It was really quite unpleasant and hard to concentrate on work all week, but at the same time was a lovely secret feeling of things going well. It's much harder to do without it.
I imagine possibly, given I had almost no nausea with Pob, my body is just good at adapting to pregnancy hormones. But equally, a few days before my first scan on pregnancy #1 I was sure it was all over, I no longer felt pregnant. And it turned out I was right. I'm not yet convinced that this pregnancy has all gone pear-shaped, but I am finding it increasingly difficult to figure out how I last til Friday with any semblance of sanity intact.