Though I expected that I would be using this space as a way of coping with nicotine withdrawal, I found that doing so would have just been counter-productive. When I started talking about it with S or with friends, I noticed that my jones grew rather than subsided. So, the update is that today is my twelfth straight day without smoking.
One thing I would add: When S and I were talking about women smoking during pregnancy, she said she couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to try to quit at the same time you’re going through all of the other first trimester symptoms. I told her that it wouldn’t be hard at all. Stopping and ridding one’s self of the nicotine addiction is not that hard if you really want to do it. The difficult part of quitting is staying quit.
I’ve quit now three times, ridding my body of nicotine on each occasion. Both times before this one, obviously, I’ve slid back into it because I thought I could be that ideal smoker, someone who smokes one or two times a month, no more than two or three at a time. I just don’t think that can ever happen for me.
Hopefully, this time I’ve got a reason to stay a quitter.