We’re back and all my neurosis was completely unfounded. I am still very much pregnant!
Bali was good, not great. I spent a fair chunk of the time being a misery guts and sleeping a lot and then feeling guilty for not making the most of my awesome holiday. When all was said and done though, there could have been a million worse places for me to be sick and tired. Enforced relaxation in a tropical paradise is most peoples idea of total bliss.
The nausea is really starting to back off now which is soooo wonderful. I actually haven’t vomitted in over a week and I’ll be surprised if I do again. I’m still gagging a bit and my tummy still has its wonky moments but compared to the sheer misery of weeks 7-10, I’m a million percent better. My boobs have settled down a bit too. They’re absolutely enourmous and are very ugly and veiny but are barely sensitive at all anymore. All in all though, I think I’m on my way to the auspicious 2nd trimester glow and I can’t wait!
Back to work tomorrow and I’m dreading it. I know it’s never as bad as the anxiety that precedes it but I would so love not to have to go.