The Big P

Well just when I thought I might actually get caught up life happened. AGAIN. Only this time it wasn't a move or overbooking of the kids' classes. It was the big P. 'Pregnancy' is a nasty word in our house. It means misery for many, many months. Yup, I am knocked up again. Then again, since this blog has all of 5 followers, the wonderful Mr. Berry included, anyone reading- already knows this because we have already told most people we know in person and announced it on Facebook. But still. For record keeping purposes I feel I must blog about it for one day down the road when my babies are grown up, board, and avoiding their homework/ chores.

It may go without saying but I will say it anyway: I am ready to push fast forward and have this baby. October 3rd can't come soon enough. As I expected I have been quite sick (even a little before I got a positive reading, actually) and it is taking it's toll on us all. I hate not being able to do anything but lay on the couch and try not to throw up. It is beyond depressing. Thank God my mom has been able to come over and help clean and grocery shop and my "employers" are my sister and friends so they have all been very supportive. I am starting on the road to recovery, but it's a slow process. The fact that I have been able to look at a computer screen for more than 5 minutes at a time for 2 days in a row is awesome! I miss reading my favorite blogs, scouring my Pinterest boards for ideas on how to entertain my kids and what to make for dinner. I even miss making dinner. I knew as soon as we found out what was coming. Obviously. But I was hoping this time it would at lest be a little bit better. I have been taking better care of myself and am in better shape than I was when I got pregnant with both Katie and Ethan. Sadly, my weak stomach doesn't recognize that. Just to lay it on thick, and to ensure my kids know just what we went through to bring them into this world, here is a short list of all the misery:

-painfully constipated
-dehydrated to the point of itchy, dry skin, constantly chapped lips, and a dry mouth
-loosing weight (okay this one isn't normally a bad thing, but I don't loose weight easily and pregnancy is not really the time to slim down)
-oh let's not forget dizzy, too
-constantly thirsty
-too weak to stand for longer than a couple of minutes
-unable to eat anything but starches and, if it is a "good day" a few types of fruit and a specific type of cheese
-living on disintegrating Zofran tablets every 8 hours and STILL throwing up
-gagging every time I open the fridge- during the worst weeks, vomiting immediately after in the kitchen sink
-being unable to do the laundry, dishes, child bathing, cooking, cleaning, and pet care because I can't bend over
-poor husband being exhausted because he has to try and cram all of these things in after being at work all day
-wearing a mask because EVERY THING smells so bad it makes me puke (it has earned me the nickname 'Bane' from the hubs, get it? This might actually be funny if I had a sense of humor right now.)
-being unable to do participate in any hobbies, exercise, or read
-not being able to drive because I get so carsick
-wearing nothing but workout wear and pj"s because anything firm on my stomach makes me sicker
-getting sick in public... oh yeah...super awesome

There are plenty more, but I'm sick of complaining and starting to feel weak again so we will leave it at that. For now I will just remind myself that the worst is over (if this pregnancy is like my first two) and it is still not as awful as it was with Katie. (Once again, let's take a moment to recognize the contribution of Zofran to the pharmaceutical world. One of the few "traditional" meds I am a supporter of. Without I would have been hospitalized. Scratch that, I would have been hospitalized with Katie and promptly made Trav get fixed so we never had to endure The Big P again. We would have adopted. Seriously.) Soon I will be back to taking care of my family and sewing and teaching preschool and cleaning and nesting and being able to drink a small glass of water at a time. Even cooking is in the foreseeable future. Just not eating real food. That will have to wait til October when we meet the newest wumpkin.

P.S. Please excuse any mistakes. Too fatigued to edit/ proof read anymore.