I woke up at 5:14 and thought to myself: Self, I should get up and blog. Then I fell promptly back asleep. Luckily for me and anyone who hasn’t completely given up on my ever writing consistently again (there’s at least one person in this category.. my father-in-law, Paul) I woke just an hour later. And luckier still, Cohen is still snoring softly and lying sideways on his toddler bed, deep in dreamland.
So its barely 6:30 and I am sitting in my grandma Clydella’s old white leather chair in the front room with all the lights off. A steeping cup of specially mixed Teavana Chai and a blueberry muffin made by my mother-in-law, Debbie, are on the side table six inches away.
This feels like an oddly familiar space I’ve not been able to find in the past weeks and months.
Incredible Underestimation. That is what I intend to blame it on. Working a full time job, being a wife, parenting a very smart and curious preschooler, and being pregnant should be equated with several full time jobs. Since September it has been one huge life transition after another…. and another. It has all been good- wonderful, even… but
Anyone know what I am talking about? Whew. We leave the house around 8am and get home between 4:30 and 5pm most evenings. But that only leaves four or so hours to be a family, make and eat dinner, get the very smart and curious preschooler to bed, and do some minimal maintenance on the house. And, well, this preggo is in bed before 9pm every single night. It is how I am surviving.
Someone, hand me soapbox-
Can I ask some of you ladies, something? HOW IN THE WORLD CAN YOU LIKE BEING PREGNANT?
[ps the CAPS aren’t yelling at you, just in frustration- *promise*]
With Cohen my pregnancy was very tumultuous. I was sick a lot. For awhile, I kept a separate “baby blog” on a Mac website that no longer exists, so I don’t know if you all have seen this photo or not. I call it Pregnancy Sickness Exhibit A:
What is it? You say. Why that my eye with a popped blood vessel. How did I get it? You ask. Oh,
Morning All Day Sickness. Use your imagination.
Even remembering how hard the pregnancy with Cohen was, I think this one has been still harder. Sometimes I wonder if it is because I am nearly four years older now or if my love for Cohen has made me forget the depths of what is was really like before? The girls at work say they think its proof I am having a girl this time… we’ll see. (I am one of the few who thinks I am having a boy) Either way, a short summary of this pregnancy over the last 17 weeks goes something like this:
I have been sick as a green dog.
The slightly longer version is that I got put on meds for the sickness, which made me get very sick in other ways (and also made me itch all over). Once I realized the meds were causing the rest of the issues, I quit taking them. The itching (and other unpleasantries) stopped right away and the vomiting came back. I made my husband hide the meds because I knew after the obligatory 15 minutes of puking in the morning, I would get weak and take them. Since then, I have discovered that I am measuring ahead (not shocking since I already look 6 months pregnant), that my hormones are way high, and that the doctor assumes that “something else” is stretching out my uterus. Hmmm…. this past Thursday we were to have an ultrasound to discover what that “something else” was [fibroids, another little person, etc]. But I ended up in the ER Wednesday morning with bleeding, which earned me two days on bed rest and an ultrasound to look at my cervix, not search my uterus. So, my cervix looked fine and we saw at least one healthy little head pushing down on it. I was informed I will now receive weekly shots of progesterone in the comfort of my own home by a local nurse. I was also informed that the search the uterus ultrasound will not take place until March 24.
“Whew! So just one baby and no fibroids, right?” I asked the doctor. “Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t look. We’ll do that next time,” he replied on the way out of the room.
Nothing like that old element of surprise, eh?
Well Cohen is now up and demanding what is becoming his regular breakfast: graham crackers and saltines. Oh, and he wants to sit on my lap…my vanishing lap. I can remember a time that he and a laptop would both fit, but those days are long gone, friends. Long gone.
So, happy Sunday to you all. You will be hearing from me soon. Like tomorrow.
I have almost 10 unfinished blogs waited to be completed and posted. AND I AM GOING TO DO IT.
Praying that this second trimester energy holds out, even if the sickness continues.