I'm Alive... (just barely)!

Whew!  So much has happened in the last five months and blogging has taken a back step to (barely) living.  We bought and moved into our first home, the holidays came and went, I got pregnant, Parker turned 3 and stopped napping, and I've been spending the last 11 weeks trying to stay sane while puking, eating, sleeping, and trying not to blow up at Parker every second of the day. 

A lot of people told me that every pregnancy is different, but it was said with the intent of convincing me that I wouldn't be sick like I was with Parker.  OK, so this round has been better in the aspect that the anti-puke meds I take are now available in generic form and I can get more than 9 pills a month, so I'm actually gaining weight (a lot) instead of losing it.  At 17 weeks today, I'm still nauseated and still puking (albeit far less often) despite my daily med regimen.  Poop on the people who gave me hope, including my OB.  Yes, especially poop on her for telling me that I'd stop puking after 12 weeks.  I hope I have a vaginal birth this round so I can try to literally poop on her. 

In case you haven't already gathered as much, here's another difference with this pregnancy than with Parker: mood swings.  With Parker, I was unusually calm.  I could care less about all the worrisome stuff going on around me at work.  My whole focus was baby, baby, baby.  This time around, all I care about is food and sleep.  Everything else annoys me (including the baby inside of me) and the littlest stress will set me off. 

Here are some examples: 1) Yesterday Parker ate crackers in my bedroom and dropped crumbs everywhere.  This bothered me, of course, but it was him purposefully stomping on the crumbs that made me blow my top.  2) Since we don't have TiVo or anything, my husband and I have to compromise on what shows we watch.  My husband enjoys Glee.  I don't get it at all, but sometimes I enjoy the music at least.  Last week it was so cheesy and the music was so terrible I wanted to throw something and break the TV so the torture would end.  Fortunately, I was too lazy to do anything about it.  This week I just went to bed early and avoided that particular annoyance.  3) The town home next to us was empty for several months and it was complete bliss.  All of our neighbors have been quiet and friendly.  Until a few weeks ago.  We got new neighbors and they smoke and party late (but just on the weekends), and don't pick up their dog's poop.  This last Sunday I started cursing loudly (God, forgive me) when cigarette smoke started drifting into our windows.  I'm not usually prone to cursing, so this says something.  I stomped upstairs and poured over the association rules to see what rights I had to get them to stop.  The nice and reasonable side of me wants to make them cookies and ask them politely to stop messing up my feng shui.  The pregnant side of me wants to just report them to the association and never attempt to be friends with such people (could I sound any more snobbish?). 

I could go on, but I'm sure you get it by now.  I don't really like the new pregnant me, and I've been trying hard to pay attention to my emotions and stop and pray and ask God for strength when I feel the hormones start raging, but they often get the best of me (and bring out the worst in me). 

Oh, and one more thing.  If you were one of those people who tried to convince me this pregnancy would be better, POOP ON YOU!

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On a more serious note: "That is why we are not discouraged. Though outwardly we are wearing out, inwardly we are renewed every day. Our suffering is light and temporary and is producing for us an eternal glory that is greater than anything we can imagine." 
2 Corinthians 4:16