Have no fear. I am alive. Mostly anyway.
I haven't been blogging mainly because I don't feel like being on the computer. What?!?!?! you say? Can this be the girl who can waste time on the computer like no ones business? Sad, but true. And it isn't just a lack of interest in the computer. I have not been in a Rite-Aid or Walgreens store for a month now. Not even been IN. I haven't used a coupon in 2 weeks. I haven't even gone to the gas station to see if they are throwing away perfectly good coupons that I might want. I just don't care. Before you google depression (yep, there it is, lack of interest in normal activities) I will tell you that is not the case.
I am preggers. In a delicate condition. With child. Adding to the family. Expecting.
I am so excited I feel like throwing up. Actually, we ARE excited. But while I can be excited about another BABY, I don't feel obligated to like the first trimester. I am tired. And hungry. And nauseated. And tired. Did I mention nauseated?
I feel sure that I would feel better if I actually made myself do something, but when you feel like a nap at 8 AM, it is hard to whip your motivation together for a spot of doing. I have lowered my standards. I felt pleased with myself the other day because all the wash was clean. Not put away, but clean. My culinary flights of fancy extend to 5 pound bags of tater-tots and fish sticks. Which doesn't really help with the nauseating bit.... I feel accomplished if I get the dishes done. When I am laying down, I feel great. I think about what I will make for supper and all the laundry I will fold after putting the kids to bed and picking up their toys. And then I stand up and before my feet are solidly in my shoes, as waves of nausea hit me, I change my mind. I totter to the bathroom, eat a spoonful of peanut butter, make sure the house hasn't burned down and wearily flop back into the horizontal position. I am a useless excuse for a human being at the moment. I am looking forward to mid-ish December, when all this should stop.
I am due mid June.
And now, if you will excuse me, I feel lunch and a wee nap calling me.
Enjoy your Thanksgiving!