Rambling & Pics

This past week has been, well, boring. So much so that I didn’t even have anything to write about, and I’m tired of writing about feeling sick so really that left me with nothing.

I’ve gotten some energy back although I tend to pass out at random times on the couch still. The sickness has let up quite a bit and I’m hoping against hope it continues this way. I’m in maternity pants. I was going to hold out but after breaking the zipper of my favorite jeans while trying to stretch them over my stomach I realized I was being dumb.

This weekend Bella and I both got our hair cut. It was her first one, and she seemed like she was going to be ok until the clip things went in her hair. Then she melted down.

I hate everyone/Blue's Clues FTW/Cute hair

But after Daddy gave her his phone to play with she was fine. And it came out super cute – the back was all layered but she wouldn’t hold still long enough for me to get a shot.  [Read more...]

8 weeks pregnant

I figure, as long as this is my last pregnancy, and something I’ve wanted to document on my blog since starting it, well then heck -

I better start living it up! 

I’ll be sick no matter what so I’ll just try to focus on the rest as often as possible.

I finally get to put these stat things on here I’ve read everywhere for 2 years. You don’t know how happy this makes me. I’ve been trying to find them for the past few weeks but remembered Suz posts them and so I stole it from her. Then added a couple of my own. I’m going to change up the questions a bit each week as things become less relevant or there are new updates.

Baby is the size of a…? A kidney bean! An angry kidney bean by the looks of it.

Photo Credit: BabyCenter.com

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Done

The words pour over me as I huddle on the couch and wait for the sickness to pass. Again.

“I can’t do this another time.”

I turn to Sam and he knows. No more. I can’t live like this. It isn’t fair. To him, to Bella, to me. To the life we want, the plans and hopes we have.

This is it. This baby inside of me – this is the last one.

I am done. [Read more...]

Behind

Lately I’ve felt really behind on everything.

Writing.

Cleaning.

Cooking.

Bella.

Myself.

Life.

It’s a tough spot, mentally, for me. I have a hard time accepting things can be let go for a while and the world won’t fall apart. There is an ever nagging fear inside of me that if I don’t make sure it’s all held together all the time – once it slides away I won’t be able to get it back again. [Read more...]

First Midwife Appointment – I was listened to.

It’s taken me all evening and night to process how to write the impact of a caring medical person on a nervous to-be mother. But when I walked into my midwife’s clinic yesterday, I knew from the moment I met the first nurse that this was it. I had found the place I needed to be as long as we are here.

I went a bundle of nerves, and when the nurse asked me to pee in the cup so she could dip the stick, I had the thought, “Oh my, what if she tells me I’m not pregnant? How embarrassing would that be?”

I still am. Since the paralyzing morning sickness wasn’t enough to convince me. [Read more...]

24 hours.

Well, just a tad over 24 but close enough.

Yesterday morning was a disaster.

Last night just Bella and I went to dinner as Sam had 24 hour duty. I cried on the way home thinking of how pretty soon these times would be few and far between. Even though wonderful times are coming. Ah hormones.

This morning I woke up at 4am to calm a terrified Bella and almost hurled on her bed. I took a half of a Zofran (safe for pregnancy, did it 7 months with Bella, hoarded them like crack) and laid in bed in terror, waiting to be sick. Once I start to throw up I can’t stop and no one was home to help me. [Read more...]