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Meh and the Not-Meh

Meh: I have nausea - the one that makes me puke kind; the one that hits me any time of the day kind.
Not-Meh: I am pregnant.

Meh: I have acidity; and digestive issues.
Not-Meh: I am pregnant.

Meh: My hair isn't falling out but my skin has dry patches. 
Not-Meh: I am pregnant.

Meh: My doc advised me to not hold Figzy for long, but I do have to relent and hold her. 
Not-Meh: Figzy is communicating with the baby already, spontaneously. She kisses my belly, and says "Hi!".

Meh: I have to plan a few things. I am planning for the months ahead; specifically the third trimester, and I hate to have make changes for myself and my daughter. She would go with me. It would disrupt her life too.
Not-Meh: Eventually, we all re-group at one place and take it from there. 

Comments

  1. Mina28 April 2014 at 17:38

    I can't believe, feedly ate my comments, and I left at least four, two on each of the last two posts...
    Anyway, happy for good news! Children are more resilient than we give them credit for, F will be alright, the fact that she already relates to the baby is so adorable!

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  2. areyoukiddingme29 April 2014 at 08:00

    I would say the "Not-meh" far outweighs the "Meh!"

    It will all work out - Figzy will be held as much as she needs to be, you'll get past the nausea, and the planning will commence and be carried out as needed.

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  3. K29 April 2014 at 22:27

    Yay for pregnancy symptoms! As cruddy and aweful as they are. Only an IFer could be so appreciative of the nausea and heartburn.

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  4. Stacie30 April 2014 at 11:21

    That not-meh thing is pretty awesome! ;) Too cute about Figzy kissing your belly.

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  5. Megan22 May 2014 at 06:21

    I think sometimes that infertiles believe they cannot feel meh about pregnancies only because it was so hard to achieve. I like your way better - it's ok to feel meh but it's good to put it in perspective. :)

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