Pity Party

I really want to write something of significance, something worthy of people reading but it just seem so damn difficult when I am pregnant.... and am the owner of a two year old, because do you know how difficult it is to get ANYTHING accomplished with a two year old constantly poking at you and screaming for another M&M, do you?! Right now Avery is seeing how much mess she can make before it sends me over the edge and we leave the office, because THAT, that is her job - to see how much annoyance I can take before I throw myself down the stairs screaming, "I give up, you win!!!" So goes life in this household of mine.

As you all know by now, whether it be because you read it on this blog or were privy to an excruciating conversation with me whining about how much pregnancy sucks, yes, I am pregnant, and it is all I seem to be able to think about. Not that I want it to be this way, it's just the non-stop nausea and sickness don't really seem to be letting me have a moment where I don't have to think about it. Remember a month ago when I was bragging about how this pregnancy seemed to be so much different than my first and I was viewing everything with rose-colored glasses? Yeah, I'm dumb. Because about five minutes after I wrote about how wonderful pregnancy was going to be this go 'round I had my head in the toilet. Pregnancy is awesome!

The one thing I will say for pregnancy though, it allows you to catch up on all that sleep you lost in college and your early twenties when you figured you could "sleep when I'm dead." Nowadays, I can't seem to get through an entire day without a nap. I don't remember it being this way with Avery. I don't remember it being this way ever. When we first brought Avery home from the hospital everyone was very big on saying, "sleep when the baby sleeps!" Even then I never did that, I just wasn't that tired. Now? NOW? If I don't get my afternoon nap it is not a pretty sight. I'm sure Rob feels the need to ask me everyday if I got my nap when he calls me in the afternoon so he can figure out if he wants to come home from work or just set up a cot in his office. He hasn't actually said that to me because he's a good husband that way, but I wouldn't mind if that actually went through his head, because it has obviously went through mine.

Ah, pregnancy. I know I said I would enjoy it more this time around but I'm really having a rough go of it. I have three more weeks until I'm through the first trimester and I am honestly hoping that everything will get better at 13 weeks 1 day, that magical day when they say everything starts to get better. Wait and see,,, wait and see.

Comments

[Lins]

Jen, Jen, Jen. I know it well. Bless your heart! When I was pregnant with Caitlin, Steve always said "I don't remember you getting this tired with Sam." No kidding. That's because when I was pregnant with Sam I didn't have a toddler to run around after all day! I too am someone who hates pregnancy. I like the fact that I am going to have a baby but unlike some I could mention (who read this blog) I do not BLOOM, I WILT! And I didn't even get sick with Caitlin (Rache and Jess were my two culprits) so I can just imagine how rotten you are feeling. I don't think it will go beyond 12 weeks although that seems far away just now. Take care, don't worry about housework, buy microwave meals, and lots of Avery's favourite dvds!!!

[Susannah]

One word: Schwanns. We lived on that while I was pregnant and had zero energy to get off the couch, let along cook!

Hang tough!