I am pregnant. I am 11 weeks pregnant. I am in week five of the worst morning sickness I have ever dreamed of. I'm over it. No more yes please?
With the other three I have gotten sick, yeah sure, but this time makes those look like the sniffles look look like to, oh, lets say bronchial asthma!
It hit me on the 8th of August. The day before I felt a wee bit niggly, but well enough to visit my family at Golden Beach with Michael and the children for my sisters 18th birthday party. Next day - BOOM!!! Could barely stand up!! We are talking sever vertigo here people! And the nausia! Mate, it was like I just wanted to die, DIE!! And sooo tired, I can't remember feeling so utterly dead tired without having first done something to deserve it!! I have only been able to et out of BED for the past couple of days! Minti has not bared more than a thought, Sunday School has had to manage without me, and Michael has had to manage everything else!!
Poor Michael. He's a wee bit lazy, as most men are. Now you can sort of picture him suddenly having to deal with the children, the washing the cooking, the cleaning, the animals, EVERYTHING. Did I mention sudden;y? It was sudden, let me tell you! You can't get more sudden that that! One moment standing upright, acting like there's nothing wrong, the next minute BOOM! Not doing vertical at all, not thinking it even. Thoughts like that made me feel bad. Thinking made me feel bad. No more thinking.
You can guess, for about a month I looked like sun baked dog poo. They tell me I'm looking better, but when I look in the mirror all I see are the extra lines I've managed to pick up from some where. I wa-ant my mo-ney back!! Nasty old wrinkles!
AND there's five kilo's I could use some really bad language against! Yeah, yeah, I know, theres belly bo*bs involved, but I don't have to like it, AND I now round out the front like I'm wearing three quarters of a basket ball under my clothes.
Okay. Winge over. This is not for sympathy (although I won't frown on anyone who feels they absolutely HAS to give me some
) but I figure this'll give you a pretty good idea on how I feel about the business at this point in time.On the plus side the vampire has done all the blood work tests and I am disease free, and I had an ultra sound today, confirming there is only one in there, and it's currently 40 cm long, and as active a s all get out!
Hadassah is quite delighted with the whole idea, and Malachi is positively beside himself! He follows me around, and cuddles me with his ear against my belly, and tells me he loves his baby brother, (though goodness knows how he'll take it if its another sister!!). And Phebe doesn't care. So long as she's getting Mummy cuddles all is well with the world. Michael is quietly proud, though he reckons I should be having at least twins because I'm sticking out rather far in front, my bo*bs are rock hard from milk, and my progesterone levels were up over eighty, and the birth rate for levels that high are usually multiples, but the way I view it is the the Good Lord reckoned I wouldn't be able to handle twins, and so only blessed me with one, which is just fine by me!!
Oh yeas, and in other breaking news, Malachi has his first loose tooth!! YAY!
I reckon I'm due mid March, but I still have to meat my surgeon, who will be tending me through out this pregnancy, and we shall see that he says.
Oh man! Its still in my sinus', mate, and the phlegm in my throat has caused more retching than the morning sickness!!
Michael has really stepped up, and he's been working on his attitude aswell, not just at keeping the house in some semblence of order. I couldn't be happier with him! yesterday he even mowed the lawns! (they were looking like no one owned them
)
and then he went to Bible study that night, AND THEN he did most of the
washing this morning before he had to take Hadassah to dance lessons! I
almost feel I'm not needed any more, lol! Just don't tell him I said
that as he'd probably have an anxiety attack over it, lol!
wrote up the blog, and then I went to my email, and discovered I had managed to collect 700 emails . . . call me lazy, but I couldn't cope with that, so after the first glance I deleited the lot.
Michael has really stepped up, and he's been working on his attitude aswell, not just at keeping the house in some semblence of order. I couldn't be happier with him! yesterday he even mowed the lawns! (they were looking like no one owned them
)
and then he went to Bible study that night, AND THEN he did most of the
washing this morning before he had to take Hadassah to dance lessons! I
almost feel I'm not needed any more, lol! Just don't tell him I said
that as he'd probably have an anxiety attack over it, lol!wrote up the blog, and then I went to my email, and discovered I had managed to collect 700 emails . . . call me lazy, but I couldn't cope with that, so after the first glance I deleited the lot.
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