gripen

Pregnancy {really} is such a miraculous thing. Either it's gotten worse for me each time or I've forgotten how bad it was with my first couple. I don't want to complain or anything, but it really does a number on me. I can't believe I'm still nauseous 22 weeks along. Yesterday was a bad day-- when evening came, I was so looking forward to getting some sleep. Sad to say, it wasn't a restful night whatsoever. I spent a good hour (from 3-4 AM) in the bathroom hugging the toilet. My kind husband was awake during that time too.. trying to help however he could. After the intense vomit-session, Aaron brought me up a cold glass of water. I had one sip and couldn't handle any more. I kept asking him if it was really just water and he continued to say yes. It tasted like syrup-- so sweet and sugary. That will tell you how strong the acids are in my tummy... throwing up burns my esophagus and makes my throat feel like it's on fire.. and afterward water tastes like kool-aid. If you need more detail on my adventures in puke, I'd be happy to email you directly. Oh, and remind me to tell you about my bladder problems... (I pee my pants often.)

One of the more difficult things for me during pregnancy is my lack of motivation to talk to others-- strangers, close friends, family members. I am using up all my energy to take care of my kids, there's just nothing left over for socializing. I honestly have to force myself out the door to go somewhere... if it's not because I am feeling sick, it's because I just don't want to talk to anyone. Once I get out, I am counting down the time until I can go home and crawl back into my cocoon. It's not that I am feeling shy, I am usually annoyed.. and I hate feeling like that. It's not just out in public either, I find myself getting super agitated with my kids too. If they talk too close to me or chew something too loudly, I have to restrain myself from freaking out. Last week, we met Aaron for lunch and he could tell I was not very excited to be out in public, especially with the kids. He said he can always tell a big difference in my personality when I am pregnant. I am less patient, snappier with the kids, unenthusiastic about everything I do... (etc, etc.) Of course the conversation bothered me and I told him that he doesn't know half of it. For everything I am verbally acknowledging, there are ten things that are annoying me that I am not talking about. Everybody better watch themselves... I own a staple gun.

I could rant and whine all day, but I must go. My toddler is using the duster to paint the wall with toilet water. Happy Tuesday, folks.