...it pours. At least that's what they say, whoever they may be. Two weeks ago I posted about a sleepless child. We were two extremely exhausted parents trying hard not to kill each other in our sleepless rage and well, crankiness. Okay my rage and crankiness. I don't do well without sleep. I need 8-10 solid hours in order to be a nice person. I was getting 4-6 and was not a nice person. I cried a lot too. Sometimes I feel bad for Chris that he married my emotional self.
What could be worse than a cranky, crying wife? Let me tell you... a pregnant one. That's me. We just found out that we will be expecting our next little bundle of sleeplessness in December. It's a little hard to weigh that news when the one child you do have makes you wonder if children was a good idea in the first place. Luckily I am a crafty sucker and peed on the stick while Chris was watching a Phillies game.
So after many weeks of training our dear little Isis to sleep in her own bed again, I began waking up in the morning with dry heaves that make me sound like a wounded calf. I'm not sure what's worse. Being the heaver or listening to the heaver. Following the heaving comes a nice splash of whatever I drank that morning into the toilet. We top it all off with a nice tooth brushing followed by excellent gagging and more things spewing around our bathroom. Pregnancy is sexy. I've often found great irony in the beauty of creating a child with your spouse, followed by months of gagging, puking, poking, prodding, and pissing yourself. What was once beautiful and sexual and God intended, is now not looking so hot.
So it has been about a month now that I am an overly tired overly nauseous overly hungry woman who wants nothing to do with fresh vegetables. Although maybe it is better that it all comes at once because eventually a storm must pass. Aside from the sarcasm, I thank God every day for those nauseating feelings. We are blessed with something we have been waiting for for a very long time. We trusted God and He answered our prayers and we couldn't be happier. How ironic to be tired and sick and have soiled your pants and be the happiest person alive.
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I also meant to say, "Yiiippppeeeee!!!!"
What a refreshingly honest post about pregnancy. For many women, it is a glorious time. Then, there are the rest of us. I remember trying so hard to be excited (because I was!). I would have to remind myself why I was sick, I would get so caught up in it. I was where you are not that long ago and I promise. It won't last forever even though you forget how normal feels:-).
YEA!!!! ohmygoodness!!! Congratulations! We are so happy for all of you!!!
-katrina
I'm still mad you lied to me. But happy indeed. Can't wait to see your pukey self out here in July!
Pregnancy is sexy. You are sexy. You carry our baby in your belly! What could be sexier than that?!
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