Week 11 – is there an end in sight?

So today marks the beginning of week 11 in this pregnancy. Yesterday I had myself convinced that I was really starting week 12, but after consulting WebMD’s pregnancy calendar, my hopes were dashed.

I am realllllly eager to get out of this first trimester. I’ve been trying to suck it up, but I’ve been feeling like crap. Not a lot of throwing up, thank goodness, just a ton of nausea and I’ve been so tired I could cry.

I don’t know who coined the phrase “morning sickness,” but I think it must have been a man. Every day I get fooled into thinking that I’m feeling ok and maybe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

Then 4 p.m. rolls around, and I’m sending an IM to Jenny that says something along the lines of “I’m dying.”

I don’t know why, but I feel so much worse in the late afternoon/evening, which is just lovely seeing as how that’s the time I have to spend with my family. I’d rather feel awful at work and get it over with!

I really don’t remember this happening last time, and I don’t know the best way to deal with it… so I’m turning to you!

Do you have any tricks on keeping the nausea at bay? Any tips to get me through the evening?

And please, please, someone reassure me that this is going to get better soon!!

Eleven down, 29 to go. Ugh, that is depressing!

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Princess Who-What??

My silly son Joshua, at three-and-a-half, says something to crack me up just about every day. The other day we were watching his new favorite PBS Kids show, Super Why. He is IN LOOOOVE with it. He loves to sing the songs and really cracks me up singing them with gusto while he watches the show. The show is about reading; it’s kind of a Little Einstein’s rip-off but it’s cute and educational and not very annoying, so I’m cool with it. The kids who solve problems on the show are called the Super Readers.

So as we were watching it the other day, I said, “Joshua, are you a Super Reader?”

He looked me right in the face and said, “No, I’m a boy, remember?”

I cracked up. I couldn’t help it! His reply was so innocent, so matter-of-fact, so black-and-white. It just tickled me! So, I was cracking up, and he started giggling, because he loved that he had made me laugh, even though he wasn’t sure why what he had said was funny. We giggled back and forth for a minute, and after we quieted down, a character came on the show named “Princess Presto”. (She has the power to SPELL! Rock on!!) Joshua was quite excited to see Princess Presto. He jumped up from the couch and pointed to the TV.

“Look Mommy! It’s Princess RECTO!”

I totally lost it.

I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt. Joshua started giggling again.

“What’s her name, honey?” I asked him. I really wanted to hear it again. I am a bad mother.

“Princess RECTO.”

“Ohh, Princess RECTO. That’s a good name. (Especially if her super power is to shrink hemorrhoids or dispense Tucks pads or Preparation H).”

We giggled some more. I asked him her name about five more times that day. Once for my husband’s benefit, once for my mom’s, and several times just ‘cause it’s FUNNY! I think I am going to be making Princess Recto jokes for many, many years to come.

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My Uterus is Throwing a Temper Tantrum

Wednesday I had an unhappy mid-afternoon surprise: after 19 long, glorious months, my period had returned. Nine months of pregnancy (ok, those months weren’t exactly glorious) and ten months of nursing had kept my little red friend away, but as of Wednesday, my luck has run out.

My uterus is PISSED, y’all. For two days now she’s been putting up quite a fuss. Cramping and flooding and pouring out her wrath upon me and the sad bottle of ibuprofen that is all I can take for this mess since I’m still nursing. She actually chuckles sarcastically at me when I pick up the bottle of ibuprofen, but I’m taking them anyways, just to take the edge off. Oh, if only I didn’t have these two pesky kids I could curl up in the fetal position and wait for the storm to blow over. But alas, I must parent in spite of my enraged womb.

Crap!

The Angry Uterus is also (strangely) the Hungry Uterus. I just went to the market down the street to get just bread and I came home with bread, chocolate milk, Hershey’s syrup, Jell-o Puddin’ Pops (my childhood favorite!), and one of those Betty Crocker single-serve desserts you make in the microwave. Molten Chocolate Cake. Ohhhh yeah. That baby is as good as GONE as soon as I put Joshua down for a nap!

So, apparently the Uterus likes chocolate. I think I remember that from 19 months ago…

Ok, Joshua is down for nap. It’s eating time! Me & my PO’ed Uterus will talk to you later.

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