I figured it was time for one of those random updates. Truthfully, we haven’t had a ton going on. I feel like we’re in a holding pattern of sorts for another week or so. A starts preschool again in a few weeks. Perfect timing too because she’s climbing the walls around the house. Morning sickness is still lurking around here and it’s all I can do to lay on the couch, let the dogs out a few times a day and keep the kiddo and myself fed and hydrated. I’m still holding my breath anytime I have to open the fridge. Same thing with the freezer. Did you know freezers can stink? It’s specifically a flavored coffee we purchased right before the m/s started. I can feel myself turning green just thinking about it. I can barely stand to look at the dishes…clean or dirty. Opening the dishwasher makes me gag. Our den smells horrific to me and makes me want to hurl. My house is a general disaster (by my standards anyways) and needs a complete dusting of EVERY surface. Then everything needs to be dusted again. We have 3 dogs ya know. Add to that the insane heat we’re having and well, it’s ugly. Thankfully my kiddo is as big of a couch potato as I am and is usually pretty content watching episode after episode of Curious George and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She’s also a BIG fan of Bubble Guppies…but that’s reserved for bedtime only. At least for now.
The Hubs is home this week. It’s been really nice to have him around. After a stern talking-to a few weeks ago he’s really stepped up and I am so very grateful for his help with everything around the house and with little A. He’s been a real trooper totally picking up my slack (er, especially since I’m on pelvic rest and all). I think he feels sorry for me. He heard me heaving this morning while brushing my teeth. Oh well. It seems this pregnancy is progressing nicely. I guess. I’ve been able to locate the heartbeat with my Doppler each time I’ve tried (which may or may not be daily, I’ll never tell). Seems strong and steady to me, but hey, what do I know. I realize things could still go terribly wrong (and I still seem to have moments of panic and terror each day) but I’m starting to have just a tad bit more confidence about this baby. I’ve developed quite the belly, although if its baby or bloat still remains undecided. Either way, the most comfortable clothing right now is pajamas. And thankfully, the dogs and the kid don’t seem to mind. According to one of the calendars I look at, the baby is the size of a prune this week, from head to rump. Next week, it’s supposed to be the size of a plum; which I find somewhat ironic since a prune is a dried plum…but I digress…
I have literally nothing going on in my life these days. That’s not entirely true, my weekends are pretty full, but if Hubs keeps asking me what I have planned for the day I’m going to be forced to start lying to him. I just don’t really have the capacity to be gallivanting all over the city right now. Any movement releases the nausea demons in my stomach. Add that to the heat outside and well, it’s just a flat-out UGLY combination. I sweat a lot these days and just look downright pathetic. A few more weeks is what I keep telling myself. I’m still not sure what happens in a few weeks…My biggest plan for today was to call my friend. And perhaps put on a bra. I’ve made the phone call. Doubt I’ll get around to donning a bra…what’s the point, really? And to be fair, the day started out rough when I woke up with a migraine.
We’re headed out-of-town this weekend. Just a quick day trip to Bryan, TX to attend Hubs’ grandpa’s bday party. It’s a fun time every year since his whole family shows up. It’s really the only time we see most of them and now we get to watch A play with all the other kiddos. I have painstakingly chosen (ok, fine, by chosen I mean bought) a dress that completely covers my belly so no one will suspect a thing. My sister-in-law keeps telling me no one would notice. I can’t decide if she’s just being nice or if maybe I’ve been a little chunkier than I realized. All I know is that when I’m checking out my profile I can no longer suck in my gut. That’s new. That’s baby. I mean, it IS my 3rd pregnancy. And to be honest, I realize it’s slightly insane to be so intent on NO ONE KNOWING, but I just don’t want to talk about it. So, I’ll hide it while I can. I think I’m afraid of the judgement from people who might think we tried too soon. I don’t think we did, but I’m also aware that not everyone makes the same decisions…welcome to life.
I’m feeling a slight burst of energy so I think I’ll go vacuum. It will most likely only last about 5 minutes…better do something productive while I can. Besides, I’m planning to fry pork chops for dinner so I’m definitely going to need my rest. I make it a point not to fry food in my house. That’s what restaurants are for. Welcome to pregnancy.