<sigh> I'm tired of first tri, I really am. I hate wishing away the time, but right now I just want to be a healthy, happy, energetic, eating/drinking normally second trimester gal, with a bump that is obviously baby rather than blobby fat, with a couple of scans confirming all is well for the baby in there, and able to tell the world I'm pregnant. I am fed up pretending - it's hard work keep coming up with excuses for not going on outings or cafe trips or evenings out or pretty much anything at all really.
Today I don't really have morning sickness. But I do have that disgusting taste in my mouth that won't go (tho I've found that rinsing out with bicarb/baking soda dissolved in water is quite effective for a while). And I just don't want to eat or drink anything at all. The few things I have fancied eating this past week suddenly seem revolting to me, so goodness knows what I'll be managing to force down for tea tonight.
This part of pg really isn't fun. It's helping me realise I want 2, not 3, children!