This pregnancy is kicking my tired ass right now. And while I am thankful for every single little minute that I am getting the beatdown from raging hormones, doubling blood volume, sensory overload, crazy mo-fo fatigue and seriously premature weight gain, it is making it kind of difficult to do much else.
These are the exact symptoms I dealt with when first pregnant with Bee (except the ridiculous weight gain – holy shit, it’s like my stomach muscles received the message and said, oh hey, we remember this – ready, EXPAND!), but the difference is, well there was no Bee to deal with.
If I wanted to sit on the couch and deliver whiny directives to Chris all night, I could do it. Now, however, I must deliver whiny directives to Chris while convincing Bee that tea parties are much more fun when we’re lying down, and that Daddy really really wants to do pretty much everything for her right now and Mummy doesn’t want Daddy to be sad, so she’s going to let him. Bee’s answer? A very adorable, ‘Don’t fink so!’
Ahh, toddlers. Almost as demanding and unreasonable as their pregnant mothers.
Poor Chris. This pregnancy has got to be as hard on him as it is on me right now. Luckily, I have one of those husbands who seriously steps up, does whatever he needs to do to with a minimal amount of complaint and maintains a pretty high level of concern for his daughter, his wife and her belly while doing it all. Chris has been doing all the laundry, all the cooking, all the straightening up and looking after pretty much all of Bee’s needs (I’ve changed exactly two poopy diapers in the past 4 weeks), while still catering to all of my whims and cravings.
Ah, whims and cravings. Like, that by 6:30 every evening I excuse myself to go take a long, hot shower because it relaxes me and helps stave off the nausea that always makes an appearance around that time. Or like my need to eat shwag mr.noodle-type food Now! Now! Now! And anything else will make me sick, but if I don’t eat Now! Now! Now! I’m going to be sick anyway! (Thank you, Chef Woo, for making MSG-free shwag noodles.) Or like insisting that we leave the house Sunday morning at 9am to go get Montreal-style bagels while they will still be warm, and then eating 3 before we even get home.
Actually, that one is more like an ethnic mandidate than a craving.
To sum up: Me – tired but thankful; still worried but that will be alleviated slightly when I see my midwife soon (hooray!). Chris – awesome and slightly overworked, but will be rewarded when the second trimester whoremones (thanks for that one, Scarb) kick in. Bee – adorable and demanding. Blogosphere – severely neglected, but not for too much longer. Chef Woo – cookin’ it up good.
Better go; it’s bagel time.