Some of the most common complaints of women in early pregnancy are: nausea, fatigue, heartburn, constipation, and headaches. So far, I have had a good sampling of everything but constipation (thank you pooper for still functioning regularly, if it weren't for you, it'd feel like this body had shit the bed). So, yes, in short, I still have "the barfs" -- it's just not on a daily basis. But you know how some companies keep a log of "number of days without an accident"? That's how I feel with my puke-o-meter: Number of days since I last puked.
Unfortunately, that has been 1. Yup, barfed yesterday morning. Twice.
But I think I've detailed my barfisodes on this blog enough to last you people a lifetime, so I'll skip the latest detailed update about that. No, instead I'm here to gripe about another of those complaints listed above: headaches.
Actually, I've always had issues with headaches. No, not migraines, I don't get those (thank you sweet baby jesus). I think the term that would best categorize the kinds of headaches I get are "tension headaches." Which is a little weird since I don't think of myself as a person with much stress or tension, but what I do have, I seem to store in my neck and shoulders (same as my dad), and this can give me some nasty noggin pain. For the most part, I think exercise helps me avoid most of these headaches and I don't truly suffer from them as much as I used to, but since becoming pregnant, they have returned with a vengeance.
Plus, it doesn't help that I've withdrawn from caffeine. Not because a pregnant woman can't have some caffeine (the dr said it's fine if I have a cup or two of coffee a day), but right now I just can't stomach caffeinated beverages -- coffee, caffeinated soda, etc all make me feel sick.
But the worst kinds of headaches? The kinds you wake up with and the kinds that last for more than a day. Unfortunately it's an especially brutal combo when those two combine forces as they've done for me in the past two days: It's like being attacked by a gang of brain ninjas. And because the only approved pain reliever for preggos is Tylenol (weak ass shit!), I haven't felt much relief.
Thankfully, this afternoon I came home and decided "screw the way this house looks, I'm taking a nap," so the nap + two of those weak-ass Tylenols (my only two for the day) + a 4 mile run (40:34) = headache dissipation!
If only a nap, Tylenol, and a run could cure some of the other above-listed complaints, but I suppose it'll be all worth it when I have a kid and I can hold my pain and suffering over his or her head the rest of his or her life, right?