Whale Watching, Exhaustion, and the First Trimester

I’ve been super quiet here lately.

To the point that some regular readers have sent concerned messages.

(You people are sweet.)

I’ve been held hostage for the last several weeks. Possibly months. Time holds less meaning when you are being kept from the familiar.

My captor?

The First Trimester.

I’ve spent a considerable amount of time feeling like my desk chair was the deck of that whale-watching boat I went on when I was little.

Oh? Have I never told you that story?

When I was little, probably 6 or 7, my parents decided to take my siblings and I whale watching.

They spent a beautiful day off Cape Cod, watching amazing Humpback whales leaping out of the water, waving their tails as they passed by, and being the great parents they are, they decided they should take us kids out the next day to experience the awesomeness of these creatures.

Except, the next day, the weather was not so great.

Not actual image of that day.

And by not so great, I mean waves were coming up over the boat and we were getting tossed about. To this tiny person, it was a White Squall situation.

People were getting sick everywhere. While I wasn’t among those spilling their guts, my stomach wasn’t exactly at ease. Had I gone inside (like one of my brothers did) rather than stay out on the deck braving the waves, I probably would have joined the hurlers, as the smell of cigarettes and other passengers’ revisited breakfast had nowhere to go in that little enclosed space.

Ah, memories…

What was I talking about?

Oh yeah. First trimester. Whale watching from my desk.

Nausea. With a dash of pukery.

Add to that the pregnancy exhaustion that’s been hitting out of nowhere.

Like when you start the day thinking, “The nausea seems under control today. I’m going to clean the bathroom. And put laundry away. And go grocery shopping!”

And then you take a shower and get dressed and dry your hair and collapse on the laundry pile wondering when you managed to fit a marathon in because that’s the only logical explanation for feeling this exhausted and promptly take a nap for fear that driving to the store will result in a tragic sleeping-at-the-wheel car accident except you can’t really nap because your four year old doesn’t believe in naps and decides comforting you involves singing very loudly in your face.

Showtunes to follow.

It’s that kind of exhaustion.


As you might imagine, that tends to kill my ability to blog. Or, you know, function.

But, I’ll be hitting 12 weeks on Friday, which is nearly the end of the first trimester, and was the week when nausea subsided and I began feeling normal again last time around.

Well, as normal as one can feel when they are growing an entire human inside of them.

So, hopefully, I’ll be back with some regularity in the next few weeks.

And if you don’t see me, I’ll probably just be sitting here, drooling on my keyboard.

But it’s cute, because I’m pregnant.



  1. Glad to hear that you’re okay, Amber! Congrats again (did I tell you congratulations earlier? I can’t remember. It’s been a long few months…)

  2. ‘It gets better. All of the slings and arrows your body is dealing out will result in a bundle of joy and unlimited posting material. Not to mention the unintentional hobby child rearing is.

  3. Congratulations! Hope it’s smooth sailing from here on out. Fingers crossed for easy, healthy and happy. :-)

  4. Well, congratulations! But yeah, I remember that first trimester being a doozy. And I was one of those with nausea that begged for a trip to the toilet but I could never manage to toss my cookies and thus feel better. Ah, memories!

    Saying a prayer for your health and sending well wishes your way! (If only David Tennant over there could take you into the Tardis and you could time travel to the second trimester.)

    • Julie, with the little man, I had some nausea but never threw up. This time around, the nausea was way worse, and for about a week it went beyond just nausea. I’ll let it be known that it did not bring the relief it does when you have a stomach bug or ate something bad. (So you didn’t miss out!)

      Also, you get me. Thanks for the time traveling image. :)

  5. Haha, I can completely relate to the image of a four-year-old singing loudly in your face as you desperately want to rest. That’s how my first was when I was expecting my second. Oh boy, memories. You captured so many of them so well (the fear of sleeping while driving, too, so much that one). Feel good, and I hope the second trimester is kinder to you.

    • And you can’t even be upset with them because they think they are being helpful.

      I forgot how exhausted you get from doing almost nothing. It’s UNREAL and messes with my head when I look around and see that things aren’t getting done.

      Thanks for the well wishes. I am hoping for a happy, energetic 2nd tri as well. :)

  6. Congratulations Amber! It sounds like your uterus has taken you hostage. Again. Your son is so adorable. And even though you might temporarily lose your mind during this period, please don’t lose your sense of humor. I love it! Just know we totally understand. But we missed you! Take care of yourself girl. And that baby. :)

    • It’s a tricky organ, that one.

      And yes, he is a cutie, especially in his little bowtie. I’m partial, but I don’t even care right now.

      Thanks for the love. I’ll try to be around more the next few months.

  7. It is absolultely cute. With so much more cuteness to follow! Again, genetics, I had the exact same 12 weeks, minus the four year old. Hopefully, you will feel fabulous for the next 20ish weeks! I look forward to your blog whenever you find the time.

  8. lol Sounds like how my naps have gone lately. The boy child will let me sleep about 30 minutes or MAYBE an hour or two, but then he’ll start jumping on me insisting I’ve now slept long enough and need to get up to do any number of things from making him something to eat, to looking at how he’s now color coded all of his writing instruments.

  9. Patricia Sands says:

    You are hanging in there, Amber, and that’s the good news. Hopefully the whale-watching part will be over now and it will be smooth sailing. Fingers crossed!

  10. That first trimester is usually the worst part. At least it was for me both times. So you’ll have better things to look forward to. Hang in there! *hugs*

  11. Congratulations! And thanks for sharing the whale watching story. That was hilarious. And it reminded me of my trip to the Galapagos. Apparently our boat didn’t sit low enough in the water. I still don’t understand what that means, but even the medicine they gave me didn’t take away the dizzy, pukey feeling. Thanks for bringing back the memories. :)

    • I’m kind of amazed that I didn’t grow up with a fear of being out on the water after all that. I probably should have added a warning to the post for anyone with a sensitive stomach. ;)

      (Also, you’ve been to the Galapagos? How cool! If you ever share pictures on your blog, I want to see!)

  12. You manage to make the most awful things sound funny. I hope once the first trimester is over you do start to feel better!

    • Thanks, Marcy! That’s the goal, find the funny in every situation.

      Yesterday and today haven’t been the best days for nausea, but tomorrow is officially 12 weeks, so, here’s hoping!

  13. You’re almost there, honey!! and we’re dying to hear gender and name choices!!!! I still vote Rocko for a boy.

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