So my last baby post was quite whiny, perhaps sounded ungrateful too. I did totally indulge in a big whine fest, but I truly am not ungrateful for the gift of being pregnant. Just feeling disheartened facing the reality of what that means for me. I know this will just be for a season, and it really is worth all the agony in the end- but in the meantime it’s leaving me feeling like the biggest failure of a momma and wife. The last few days I’ve been practically bed ridden, I seem to have a few decent hours midmorning and so we have mostly kept up on our school work, but by the time lunch hits my stomach is hurting so bad there is nothing I can do but rest, and then I tend to go downhill for the rest of the day.
I finally called the midwives again on friday, after waiting a month to hear back about who they could schedule me with, and the earliest they could get me in is October 9th. So I’ll be calling my family doctor on monday and hopefully she can hook me up with a prescription for diclectin. I really really really wanted to avoid taking anything this time, but I also have a family that needs me and a life that must go on. I’m not sure if it will help, as this time I’m not vomiting as much, just battling severe nausea and stomach pains. Having such a hard time eating or drinking anything, though I really won’t complain about dropping a few pounds. Only time in my life that eating isn’t my fav past time!
Hard to imagine that a child the size of a blueberry (A BLUEBERRY!!!) can wreak this much havoc, but my guess is that it’s a girl. My current experience with a Sodeman girl has taught me if there is a dramatic way to go about something- that is the way that will be chosen.
The kids both say they want a boy, but if I’m honest I’m sort of partial to the idea of another roly-poly, blue eyed girlie. Though it does make my heart sing to know my daughter adores her big brother so much she wants another.