I’m still here.
And I promise not all my posts will be Diary of a Pregnant Girl from here on out. But this one felt necessary since it’s been a while.
I’m currently 11+ weeks pregnant and still sick as a dog. Been about 6 weeks of this now. I’ve been awful quiet on this ol’ blog because with too much respect for those who wish they could just experience morning sickness because it means that they conceived, I just can’t sit here and complain about my morning sickness. Which is probably what would happen if I allowed myself to blog more often recently.
I’ve definitely been more sick with this pregnancy than I have with the other two, and my “morning” sickness always hits between 3-4 pm and doesn’t let up until I go to bed… so I’m generally going to bed fairly early these days.
But instead of complaining about it – I’m going to tell you the good about it.
- Learning to better manage my time. I know when I get sick and I’ve got all morning feeling relatively great, so I gotta kick a** in my house and errands in the morning because if it ain’t done by 3 or 4 pm, it ain’t gettin’ done.
- Letting go of control. I like my house clean. I really really like my house clean. But I don’t hardly have the energy for it for the last 6 weeks. I can hardly stand going into my kitchen because of all the smells. So the dishes stack up. Dinner doesn’t get made. I’ve been working on letting go and not stressing over a messy house (which is fairly inevitable with 2 boys and a daddy, unless I’m constantly walking behind them cleaning up).
- Newfound appreciation for my family and friends. My mother-in-law has come over to clean up the dishes and kitchen a few times – without a word about it, just walked in and started cleaning up for me. My parents have babysat the boys several times in the last 6 weeks so that Skyler and I can get out of the house together. The boys’ “Auntie” Angela has come over and helped me fold laundry and taken the boys out for a walk so that I could just lay on the couch and rest. My other mama Lois bought me a care package with Mac & Cheese and coconut chips – some of my comfort foods. My BFF Jacki is always texting and calling me to see how I’m doing and she makes me feel so cared for and special. I love these people and am so grateful for their care of me and my family.
- Marveling in the kindhearted boy that is my oldest son. I love that Zeek is 3 1/2 years old during this pregnancy. When I was pregnant with Asher, he was how old Asher is now and didn’t understand much other than he could point to my belly if you asked where the baby was. He loves his mama dearly and is always looking out for how I feel. I can tell him that I’m feeling sick and need to just lay down for a while and he’ll say “ok mama. Ash, let’s go play in the playroom for a while.” Or in the car, the sweet boy of a million questions is very understanding when I have to tell him, “ok, mama’s feeling nauseous, I just need to be quiet and not talk for a while now.” If I’m laying on the couch, he’ll grab me a blanket and ask if he can bring me any medicine to make me feel better. But my most favorite are times when he curls up on the couch beside me and kisses my belly gently, following suit of what he’s seen daddy do by telling the baby, “I love you baby! I can’t wait to see you!” Usually following that is, “Mom, when the baby comes out, will it know the sound of my voice?” I love my kindhearted monkey-man and how involved and understanding he is this pregnancy. Though patience is something we’re working on. “Mom, can you go buy another pool so you can push the baby out today?!” This is asked almost on a daily basis… Oh, boy. I’m afraid it’s still a long wait for that!
So that’s me. And what I’ve been up to for the last few weeks.
Still very sick, but surviving. And crossing my fingers that this nausea flees quickly!
I’ll be back with real posts soon. :)
P.S. This photo is completely unrelated, but it was too cute not to share.
Zeek was having a grand phone conversation with his Bopa!