Worried Mommy-to-be

For some reason, I'm really worried right now. I am worried about absolutely everything. Here's a sampling. I'm worried that I don't have enough morning sickness. You see, although I'm queasy, I haven't actually thrown up. I'm worried that I have such a sweet tooth right now. I want candy and chocolate in a continuous stream. I'm worried that with the exception of artichokes, I can't stand the sight, let alone the thought of eating vegetables or salad. However, I'm eating oranges, grapefruits and berries like they're going out of style. I'm worried about whether or not I'm getting enough protein. So, last night, I ate a steak for dinner. I'm worried that I'm not drinking enough water. To that end, I've got a tall glass of the clear stuff next to me right now. I'm worried that even though my breasts seem hot and ache that they're not tingly enough. Mind you, I can't fit into any of my bras anymore. I'm worried that there is something wrong with me because I have absolutely zero interest in sex at this stage. Luckily, all of the pregnancy books say this is normal.

I'm worried about everything! Is worrying a pregnancy symptom?

Last week, I went to the doctor convinced I had a raging case of pink eye and it turned out to be allergies. Thanks to this warm spell we're experiencing, we have very early hazelnut blossoms in Switzerland this year. And that means very itchy eyes, tickly throat, sneezing and runny nose for me. Now I'm worried about my allergies. I've been using the neti pot, worried that the water is perhaps too cool. I've been vacuuming and mopping obsessively and changing the bedding, worried that airing the apartment means bringing outdoor allergies in, but that leaving it sealed up means making indoor allergies worse.

I can't seem to stop worrying about every little thing and I think all this worrying is adding to my fatigue and misery. Yes, I am fatigued, and yes, I'm a bit miserable, but from stories I've heard of other people's pregnancies, I'm worried I might not be fatigued and miserable enough.

Oof! I've got to stop worrying!