Bet on it

Posted on July 16, 2009 by heatherlauraclarke

If I was a betting woman — which I am most definitely not — I would bet that I am probably pregnant. Probably.

I would probably put 80% of my money on red … or black, or whatever meant that I was pregnant.

Because if I am not … then it means I am sick. I am definitely something.

I felt gross and nauseous yesterday, and feel the same today. The metallic taste and saliva-overload is now in Day Three. I also had a bit of a dizzy spell while picking up wrapping paper for Best Friend’s wedding gifts.

I have been downing lemonade and sucking on mints and orange Vitamin C drops to help with the ickiness. I have no appetite, and at this very moment, Darling Husband is eating my delicious homemade pizza, and I am eating … oh yeah … crackers and Ginger Ale. Seriously. It is all I felt like having.

Something is up. And that isn’t even the hypochondriac in me talking. It is either the flu, a long-lasting bout of low blood sugar, nerves about the wedding, or … the very, very early stages of pregnancy.

10 more days until I can find out for sure!

Category: Body drama, Trying to conceive

2 Comments on “Bet on it”

lindsey
July 16, 2009

And you haven't taken a test yet? I know it's still pretty early, but if I was feeling the way you are, I'd have a hard time waiting to take a test!

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Anonymous
July 17, 2009

I second that, take a test 🙂 I got pregnant as soon as we started trying so I stalked up and was taking tests ALL THE TIME- even when it was too early to get a result. It will ease you mind.

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Creating things helps.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)