A few hours ago Andrew I went for a quick run on the beach and he managed to steal a few photos of the baby nestled uncomfortably in the lunacy that used to be my six pack. I've torn two ligments and my belly button has all but disappeared.
In other pregnancy developments, I've eaten my weight in cottage cheese this month. Mostly mixed with unsweetened cinnamon applesauce, but pineapples or oranges do the trick as well. It has to be lowfat Breakstone's for some reason and is usually consumed after I victimize the pickle jar.
Someone please slap me.
By the way, did I mention we made the move?
Despite the pulled muscles and continued morning, scratch that, all hours of the day sickness, I sucked it up long enough to pack a few boxes and watch Andrew nearly murder himself hauling all of the large furniture.
The Lake House is only a few blocks away, which I am extremely grateful for, since it means we've been able to transfer everything slowly.
Other than that there has been a lot of this lately.
Aside from being sick and getting The Historic House By The Water ready for the new tenants, and I had to find a replacement for my long time resident at The Pad By The Sea. Which meant advertising the bejebus out of the place and forwarding it to all of my contacts and stressing out about holding a vacancy and traveling to South Florida for showings. Only to have three full price offers on it in less than fifteen minutes after the first three showings. Who knew?
Though I was relieved, there was still a mountain of paperwork to be filled out, background checks to be run, signatures to be forwarded.
Then there was the leaky air conditioner, the garage roof repair, the busted irrigation pipe, and a couple of late rent checks. Across four properties in three cities. And I'm working from a shotty new internet connection on a mattress on the floor.
It's all a little overwhelming.
But I assure you I'm not complaining. I'm trying to embrace this, each moment, my belly growing all Alien, lapping down pickle juice, planning how to rip apart every inch of the new house and turn it into prettiness. Really, in a lot of ways, I'm having the time of my life. It's just that I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I'm crying every other day, that I've now developed the scary side effect of blacking out when Aston practices his backstroke, that I curse after I've thrown up on myself. yet. again.
IN PUBLIC.
At the same time, I realize how incredibly fortunate and blessed we are this holiday season, not only to have food, shelter, and each other, but to truly have everything that anyone could possibly wish for. And I take nothing, none of it, for granted.
I guess I'm just trying to find my sea legs.
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I won't say it isn't difficult and that when I went through this with my first baby, that I didn't wish things were different.
But thankfully, your body/mind help in wonderful ways- you forget ! how truly awful you feel now and it is more of a dim memory of crappy but okay . I think the overwhelming love and wonderfulness of holding that baby, finally, erases most of the memories of misery.
This is not to say there won't be other miseries down the line but this one, while truly awful and spoiling what should be bliss ... will be a dim memory and pretty much buried under all the amazing wonderful memories coming along.
and you might feel like you are not doing much but being sick or feeling miserable while trying to do things ... it reads like you have done more than a lot of healthy , non-pregnant people do in a year !!
Sending you Happy Holiday wishes and pats on the belly to Baby BananaFana
Yeah, that is the magic of pregnancy, no matter how shitty it gets you're going to have amnesia later on.
Except for the puking in public. That'll probably stick with you.
congrats on the new house again -- it's like a fresh coloring book! yay!
Torn ligaments & blacking out? Slow down Kelly, K?
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to your growing family :) Next year is going to be a great year for you. Promise.
Oh, that sounds terrible--enough to make anyone cry, not just a nauseated pregnant woman. I hope that the little one gives you a nausea-free day as a Christmas present.
You look amazing! Congrats on your baby boy!
And wow...what craziness. I hope everything goes smoothly and that you get some time to relax during the holidays!
Dude, I cry every freakin day. I hate being pregnant and don't care who thinks I'm selfish for whining. I'll have plenty of time to love my baby when it's born, for now I'm mourning my body and my old life! I hear you on the 'sea legs'....haven't gotten mine yet either.
Complain away! You gotta a lot of crazy sh*t going on at once.
I still love cottage cheese and pineapples!
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