(5 weeks ago)
Sitting here mid-morning, sipping ginger ale, hiding from my kids, and schoolwork, and well, all movement. I’m soooooooo sick. And yes, prepare yourself for a good whine. I do want to be pregnant. I did remember being pregnant with Juno and the soul crushing nausea that could come with baby news. But for reals, there is just no way to remember feeling this awful. This ALLLL the time awful. This awful ALLLL the time. Get the picture? Ever felt incredibly carsick, on the verge of being actually sick, that feeling like if you just moved your eyeballs too quick you’d lose everything immediately? That’s me- 24/7. I had to run out of church twice on sunday because I thought I might splatter the front row. Once right before communion and I have a feeling the people serving thought potentially judgy things about my current sin condition. oops.
I promised myself this time I would eat healthy and not take diclectin and I don’t know, float through this whole experience with smiles and no complaints. I was going to be the picture of pregnant bliss this time around. Well, I’m a picture of pregnant something… greasy, unwashed, (can only eat fast food and ginger ale) sickly me, sitting surrounded by piles of laundry waiting to be sorted, amidst a messy house with children who have watched too much tv… and that’s just after a week of being really sick. So much for that pregnancy glow!
end whine. (if you are lucky…)