I experienced my first real pregnancy symptoms at six weeks which happened to coincide with our two year anniversary trip to the Oregon coast. Food aversions and the resulting nausea are no fun! Luckily no vomiting though.
For those of you who don’t know, food aversions are this wonderful phenomenon where food you would normally quite enjoy you suddenly can’t stand to even think about ingesting. It doesn’t make any sense, and it changes hourly.
It was also during our trip to the coast that I experienced the inability to sit down in a pair of jeans without unbuttoning the top button (and my jeans aren’t painted on like some girls’).
I’m pretty sure when we got home from the coast I had my first hormonal breakdown. I cried, uncontrollably, because I was starting to not fit into my jeans. Matt was amazing though. He just hugged me and rubbed my sobbing shoulders and told me over and over again how beautiful I was. And I sobbed over and over again “I don’t know *sniff* why I’m *sniff* crying”. He’s such an angel for putting up with me.
These instances really make up the worst of my first trimester (please don’t hate me, all you other women who have horrible first trimesters).
I did throw-up once when I discovered that prenatal vitamins and pot stickers don’t play nice together. But at least, in that instance, it was in the evening and I was at home. I really can’t imagine how awful it would be to be out in public somewhere and suddenly need to vomit. *shudder*