After Monday's horrible experience (migraine + more vomiting than previous 12 weeks combined), yesterday was quite a welcome switch. I woke up in the morning after sleeping for nearly ten hours and Chris asked me, "How do you feel?" I said, "I don't know yet, I'm afraid to move." I sat up slowly, gradually, and it was okay. The headache was there, but it was subdued - a 3 on the pain scale instead of a 9, and I consider anything below a 5 to be livable without medication.
So I went to work, and work was pretty good, fairly low-key, and by the time I got home I was in no pain at all. I wasn't really focussing on that, wasn't thinking about it or talking about it, but Chris could tell when he got home that the headache was absent - he said I was nearly giddy in my joy at not being in pain.
That's what I'm like when I'm in pain - I just can't conceptualize that it's ever going to end. I think, Sure, I can get through a Monday night with a debilitating migraine, it'll suck, but I can do it. But what about Tuesday, when I have to go back to work? What about Thursday, when I have to go practice with my vocal group for an upcoming performance? What about the rest of the second trimester, because obviously the entire next twelve weeks is going to be as awful as this night, and how am I supposed to retain my will to live? How about that?
I really did have reason to wonder what was up, though, because I had a headache just as nasty last week, and it lasted three straight days. After one headache, you know, you eat some ice cream and move on. After two in a row, you start to question the point of continuing your life. At least, if you're me that's how you react. That's just how I roll.
So, this headache only lasted a day, and I'm really grateful for that, and I've been in a really good mood since yesterday afternoon and starting to ponder the good stuff about the second trimester. A girlfriend of mine said that during the second trimester she would wake up and think, "Am I even pregnant?" It's true, a lot of the physical inconveniences and annoyances that keep pregnancy constantly on your mind through the first twelve weeks - nausea, sore breasts, mood swings, exhaustion, and pregnancy brain - are fading now. Quite a relief.
Now the only thing keeping me from a terrifically happy second trimester is the possibility of the headache appearing a THIRD time, in which case I will morph immediately from the happy little cheerblossom I am now into a shaking, weeping, pessimistic blob. So let's just hope it doesn't come to that.