...pregnancy, that is. Well, to be fair, the first trimester nonsense. Luckily, I am now a member of club 2nd tri (15 weeks today-yippee!) and with my babe bambino numero uno (Miss Aili), I didn't feel better until 15-16 weeks, so I am hopeful that things will steadily improve from here. You know you're a member of Club Baby Bakin' when:
A. You puke your guts out on the side of the road when you're in the car and then pee your pants from the sheer force of the vomiting (Hey, don't judge- I have given birth before, to a 9lb baby. It won't ever be the same in the pee dept.)
B. You pop zofran like it's candy
C. Immediately after the puking finishes you begin to think about what might be good to eat
D. You're so darn exhausted that the idea of doing anything other than making a perma-behind mold on the couch cushions sounds like too much work, even if your hubby threatens you with the D word if you don't start helping out with the laundry. Thankfully, this is getting better.
E. Let's just say things move sloooowww. And hard. If you've been pregnant you probably know what I am hinting at. If not, consider yourself blessed. It's the most horrible thing ever. It's like practicing giving birth. Ok, enough before I make all of
you vomit (by all of you, I think I mean like the 2 people who actually know I have this blog and read it).
Yeah, I kind of feel a bit stuck in a rut. I want to go back to school...but I don't. Taking classes on things like how to analyze whether or not certain data collected is statistically significant sounds boring as crap, and definitely might not help me get out of my rut. So, then I consider other options for the creative side of me. Photography? Spanish? Wine and cheese appreciation?Hmmmm. And work- same thing. Maybe it's that I work too much, maybe it's that I need a challenge other than mother-baby (newborn-ed out?) and I regularily fantasize about going per diem, but the money is kind of nice. Ugh. Not sure what to do there either. I just know that I have far too little free time with my husband and daughter, and when we do all have time together, it seems like we are just treading water- getting dinner on. Cleaning up. Laundry. Managing temper tantrums. Trying, sometimes in vain, to put Aili to bed. Not actually spending
quality time, whatever that is. I need to go on a vacation. How the heck will we manage with another? I keep meaning to find a cleaning lady, but haven't gotten around to it yet. Maybe that will help me regain my sanity?
In other news, Aili started her new daycare/preschool thing, and all is well so far. When I picked her up the other day she was having lots of fun and waved to all the kids and said "Bye bye! Bye bye, friends!" Cute. Baby #2 seems to be doing well. Not much to report there. Haven't gained any weight, which makes no sense since I look bloated and hippo-like. My stomach's definitely bigger, so I turned around the other day to see if the little bit of weight I'd lost came off the backside? Nope, the azz is definitely not smaller. Neither are the boobies. My husband's pretty pleased about their return to their former glory. I'll be sad when I finish nursing this one and have to return them. Not looking forward to post-nursing-breasts again, but I am just going to enjoy them for now! So I don't look smaller to
me, but the scale says so and it never lies right? What a relief. By this time the first go-round, I was already up, ahem, 10-14lbs. Even though I was throwing up
more. Go figure. Those pregnancy gods are weird.
If I can manage to get some summertime time off (as in, a couple of weeks preferably) we'll probably make another California-somewhere exotic-babyless trip again. It worked pretty well last October to leave Aili to be spoiled by grandma in California for a bit while we enjoyed some tropical time in Mexico. The only drawback is that I will be 7-ish months pregnant so we'll have to go somewhere with decent medical care, just in case. Last time I was 7 months pregnant, our babymoon was in Kaui, which was pretty awesome, except I couldn't do fun things like surf (haha, that would be funny huh? fatty on a surfboard), go on any boats (why oh why? Those boat people are strict and lame), scuba, etc. But the sun and the sand were nice. Sigh. I
miss living in California.
Sob. Ok, let's see if I can have a blog where I
don't mention abandoning Washington for somewhere sunny? :-)
So, my question today is, fellow blog reader (s?) and random people who got stuck on the wrong page: How do
you manage to still enjoy your life and fill it with fun things when the "chores" and have-to-do list is overwhelming? How do you find that so-called
balance? Or, with young children and a young family, trying to get ahead, work hard, procreate, and make a good income, is this just unrealistic, to an extent? What do
you think?
