Here is what I intended to write today regarding my symptoms:
So I'm entering the 6th week now. The day I found out I was pregnant again, I told Jeff I really hope I'm puking my guts out this entire pregnancy because then I would at least feel like everything was okay.
Well, it seems as though my wish has been granted, sort of. I haven't come to the point of actually vomiting yet, but definitely haven't felt well for several days now. I recently read of morning sickness being similar to a hangover. I think that analogy is spot on. If you've ever been unfortunate enough to go over your alcohol limit you know what I'm talking about. You feel nauseous and on the verge of wanting to run to the bathroom, but at the same time you feel like a hot, greasy cheeseburger will for sure make you feel better. And then after consuming said cheeseburger, you still feel like crap.
This is something I haven't experienced with any of my other 3 pregnancies (or if I did I know it wasn't this early, or this strong) so that definitely helps calm my nerves a little.
My boobs are sore and have doubled in size already (okay, not literally, but pretty darn close).
I really, truly have a good feeling about this and I hope I'm not jinxing things by saying that. Surely, surely, the universe won't make us go through this a 4th time, right? I feel like our bad luck HAS to run out at some point. I'm just trying to remain positive and not overthink things.
So that's what I was thinking...until I woke up this morning to brown spotting. It's very, very minimal, but it's there. So all the positive thinking I've been doing for the last 2 weeks has pretty much flown out the window. I know it's common, and it probably doesn't mean anything is wrong. But it still annoys me. Can't I ever have a smooth-sailing pregnancy??