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

Awwww

I just went to wake the little guy from a long nap. He was sleeping soundly and had one of his little palms turned up. I knelt down next to his bed and put my finger in his hand. His eyes fluttered open, he gave me the sweetest smile and then he immediately leaned forward to give me a huge hug. Made my day!

Sleep Deprivation?

I've been driving my husband nuts lately. This is nothing new, but I'm taking it to great heights. I have been doing things without actually paying attention to what I'm doing. This is also nothing new, but definitely worse than even my usual lack of spatial awareness. I'm leaving cabinet doors open, lights on, the stool keeps getting left in the middle of the kitchen floor, laundry left in the washing machine for hours... I'm surprised I haven't found cereal in the fridge and milk in the cabinet yet (yes, I've done that).

Last night hubby and I were getting ready for bed. I flossed. I rinsed with Plax to loosen my plaque. I used my gum massager. I rinsed with Act fluoride rinse. I then go to open the door to leave and hubby gave me a weird look.

"Aren't you going to brush your teeth?"

I gave him a weird look right back. Huh? Didn't I just... oh my gosh! I never actually brushed my teeth! The worst part was that I couldn't remember NOT doing it. I had to feel my toothbrush to see if it was wet. It was dry, of course.

Then I asked him if he was going to go pee before we left the bathroom. He rolls his eyes. Apparently he had already done that right in front of me a couple of minutes prior.

This is bad. I can't blame it on mommy brain anymore, can I? I mean, my son is almost 2.5!

I admit I haven't been sleeping well lately. The other night I woke up with a pain in my neck and down my spine. After an hour of tossing and turning, I took some Tylenol. After a half an hour, still in pain, I decided to give my hunny a break and move to the living room. I set up some pillows and blankets on the floor and figured I'd be up the rest of the night. But, I actually fell asleep within minutes and stayed there until morning. I woke up, stood up (but stayed hunched like a cave-man from being so sore) and hobbled into my bedroom where clueless hubby stares at my wild messed-up hair. "Where've you been?" I had to think about it. Where had I been?

This afternoon, I came out to the living room after putting P down for a nap and was going to do my push-up/squat/sit-up program. But I forgot. I just now remembered. I have precious little time left now before I have to start making dinner. I planned chicken noodle soup and cornbread. It's 81 degrees inside with the AC on.

Oops.
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"A truly good wife is the most precious treasure a man can find!" - Proverbs 31:10 (maybe it's because they're rare?)