As of June 9th, The Hub and I have been married for eight years. Eight years ago, we were still in college, still living in Provo, Utah, still contemplating the having of children, still driving in a little green 1989 Honda Accord, still dreaming of the house we'd buy someday where The Hub wouldn't smack his head on the ceiling when he stepped into the kitchen. I like where we are now--our marriage is in a good place, we have great children with another on the way, and we're in the place we've wanted to move to since we got married.
The Hub also has this birthday coming up that he thinks we should celebrate. He started the celebrations early by taking Thursday and Friday off. Since he had all this free time, we decided to take advantage of it by taking the girls camping. We have all this camping gear in our 72-hour kits, but we've never used it, so we decided it to break it in. We discovered that we like cooking out over a fire, and with enough bug spray the outdoors are livable, but our girls don't like the idea of sleeping in tents. Period. There were nearly hysterics when it was time to lay down on their sleeping bags, and within half an hour, we decided it just wasn't going to happen. The Hub was the hero, striking the tents all by himself in the dark while I kept the girls calm in the car. There was much sleeping in this morning.
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It's interesting, what this pregnancy is teaching me. I was on the couch or in my bed for two months solid, hoping against hope that I was going to keep down my next meal. Hands down, it's the most wretched morning sickness I've ever experienced.
But I've learned. I've learned I can rely on my visiting teachers, who are wonderful ladies and stepped up with meals while The Hub was working late hours, trying to figure out his new job. I've learned how much The Hub knows about keeping house as he took my place and kept the apartment admirably clean. I've learned that reading is a fantastic distraction from pain and nausea. I've learned that children can be considerably patient and concerned when their momma is down for the count. And I'm learning, as I recover, to be patient with myself. It's okay if I need to rest after walking for 10 minutes. Sometime, hopefully by the end of this pregnancy, I'll be fully operational. But I don't have to be fully operational right away. My body is going through an amazing creative process that takes a huge amount of energy--my energy. I don't think I appreciated that fact as much as I have this time around. But, as always, the end product is worth it. A fact I'll recognize about a year after this kid's birth, when I feel like a human being again. :D
4 comments:
Yeah, still waiting to be a fully functional human being over here! I think the first year after birth should be called "the fourth trimester."
Congrats on the anniversary!
It must be a third pregnancy thing or something because I had the exact same problem. I finally told the OB that enough was enough and she loaded me up on a couple of drugs to take three times a day and it got better. Not as soon as I forgot a pill it didn't, but with the meds it's better. What do they have you on?
I'm not actually on any drugs right now. I got through the first trimester plus a couple of weeks and it finally faded into something manageable. How's your pregnancy going?
Oh man, I hate morning sickness. I'm sorry you were feeling so sick. Also that you tried to camp and it didn't work. Really, is there anything worse?
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