If you can't complain on your secret blog, where can you complain?
*I have been on antibiotics almost continuously for the past month. UTI, Strep, UTI again. Nothing makes you temporarily forget about your unabating nausea like UTI pain for a day. Thank God for doctors who unquestioningly call in antibiotics. And the 24-hour pharmacies that dispense them.
*Pregnancy books are unhelpful and uninformative the third time around. I don't need a book to tell me to take a nap when I am tired, or that I should give up my one cup of coffee in the morning even though there is little to no evidence that 150mg of caffeine is at all harmful to the baby. What I need is a book entitled "How to Effectively Manage Your Pregnancy, While Not Completely Neglecting the Two Children You already Have."
*Speaking of the two children I already have, they both have colds AGAIN. Please, God, do not let me get sick. March is a mere two days away, please let this be the end of Sick Season.
And now for a non-complaint:
*I am having a baby! I LOVE having babies! I want to see those little eyes for the first time! I want to smell and kiss that fuzzy head continuously as if there is a magnet drawing me to it! I want to nurse, rock, and cuddle over and over again! 231 days can't come soon enough!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Here We Go Again!
So here I am: almost at the seven week mark with Baby #3. Which is actually Baby #5. I miscarried a baby before daughter #1 (Sophie) was conceived and born. I also had a very early miscarriage the month before this baby was conceived. Both babies would have been due in September. I'm thinking that's just a crappy month for me and babies mystically, astrologically, or however you want to think of it. But I digress. This will God-willing be my third child. And possibly my last child. (Definitely the last child if you ask Shimmy, but he said that after #2 -Lilah- and here we are! Weeeee!) Therefore, instead of waiting until the second trimester to document my pregnancy, I am doing it now! In my new secret blog! Which I will share with all of you when I am ready to go public!
So far this pregnancy has been... medium sucky. I am thrilled to be pregnant, thrilled that it did not take long to get here, thrilled that everything seems to be going the way it should. However, for me, going the way it should means I am sick ALL THE TIME. Anything and everything makes me nauseated. And I am so very tired. This is a typical pregnancy for me. The only difference is, with each additional pregnancy I have more born (is that the right term?) children to also care for. This is difficult. We all had doughnuts for breakfast this morning (pastries are one of my only "safe" foods). I let the girls watch more TV than usual, because I need a quiet moment to sit by myself and breathe through the nausea. Lilah calls for me from her crib in the morning longer than she should have to because I cannot move out of bed until I am sure I will not vomit on the way to her room. FUN TIMES! I know this part will end sometime within the next couple of months, but right now, in the thick of it, I am struggling. It makes it that much harder that I cannot vent, commiserate, or seek help from anyone since we are not going public for another six weeks or so.
Which brings me to my next thought: keeping pregnancy a secret until the second trimester makes no sense to me. I only do it because it is standard protocol among my friends and community. So much so that if I were to tell people now, instead of happily congratulating me, I am afraid they would be put off. Keeping it a secret is becoming difficult for many reasons. Typically an avid drinker, I am running out of excuses for not joining others in the drinking. I am run-down and sick to my stomach all of the time (I can plaster a fake smile on my face, but my face might still be green). And then there's the fact that I am SHOWING already. The baby may only be the size of a blueberry, but the uterus remembers what to do and starts doing it right away. When I say I'm showing I don't mean a little pooch. I mean my belly is round and sticks out farther than my D-cup boobs. Luckily it's still sweater season, but if it warms up I am in trouble.
I think that's enough random babbling for now. Back to gestating!
So far this pregnancy has been... medium sucky. I am thrilled to be pregnant, thrilled that it did not take long to get here, thrilled that everything seems to be going the way it should. However, for me, going the way it should means I am sick ALL THE TIME. Anything and everything makes me nauseated. And I am so very tired. This is a typical pregnancy for me. The only difference is, with each additional pregnancy I have more born (is that the right term?) children to also care for. This is difficult. We all had doughnuts for breakfast this morning (pastries are one of my only "safe" foods). I let the girls watch more TV than usual, because I need a quiet moment to sit by myself and breathe through the nausea. Lilah calls for me from her crib in the morning longer than she should have to because I cannot move out of bed until I am sure I will not vomit on the way to her room. FUN TIMES! I know this part will end sometime within the next couple of months, but right now, in the thick of it, I am struggling. It makes it that much harder that I cannot vent, commiserate, or seek help from anyone since we are not going public for another six weeks or so.
Which brings me to my next thought: keeping pregnancy a secret until the second trimester makes no sense to me. I only do it because it is standard protocol among my friends and community. So much so that if I were to tell people now, instead of happily congratulating me, I am afraid they would be put off. Keeping it a secret is becoming difficult for many reasons. Typically an avid drinker, I am running out of excuses for not joining others in the drinking. I am run-down and sick to my stomach all of the time (I can plaster a fake smile on my face, but my face might still be green). And then there's the fact that I am SHOWING already. The baby may only be the size of a blueberry, but the uterus remembers what to do and starts doing it right away. When I say I'm showing I don't mean a little pooch. I mean my belly is round and sticks out farther than my D-cup boobs. Luckily it's still sweater season, but if it warms up I am in trouble.
I think that's enough random babbling for now. Back to gestating!
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