So on the day I found out I was pregnant, I told Lonnie something to the effect that "in 2-3 weeks, the shit is going to hit the fan". Well, I was correct. Oooooh, boy, is morning sickness not fun the second time around! And its definitely worse!
Last week was really pretty miserable, and I actually came to a realization that I needed to come up with some child care help for the next few (well six-ish) weeks. I was pretty much having to be horizontal at all times, and standing up for more than 5 minutes was horrible and made me gag and want to throw up (though I rarely actually do, and I am not sure if thats a blessing or a curse). I was constantly hungry, but sick, knowing I needed to eat to help ease the nausea, but having only a very limited amount of foods seem even somewhat tolerable. Gah. The past few days have definitely been a bit better, due to a variety of things, I think (including Grandma Waitt being in town, woohoo!).
Luckily, Emma is a great sport and is generally a pretty good independent player, so we do manage okay. But she really needs more physical activity, and to get outside and do things! She loves seeing other kids, going for walks, going to the playground and all that, and I can’t find the energy (or stomach) to even set foot out of the house. So I sent out an SOS to my local mama friends and got a few childcare leads and some great offers to help, as well. Hooray! I think we are going to be able to cobble something together that will work well and allow me to get some time to rest and go to appointments (like acupuncture, which seems to be helping a bit) and Emma some social interaction as well. It would still be nice to find some kind of local, drop-in type care for her, for last minute things or times when other folks are busy, but that is definitely hard to find.
I think a lot of how I am feeling has to do with being tired, as I remember how much of a link I found the first time to getting enough sleep and being able to manage the nausea. This time, its just impossible to get it, though, as I deal with Emma’s crappy sleep (still plugging away and nightweaning and dealing with molars, etc) along with some very annoying pregnancy insomnia. Her lack of napping is definitely a challenge, but even when I get a chance to nap (like right now! I have the house to myself for the first time in 17 months!!!) I can’t actually fall asleep. Ah, well. My new goal is to try to go to sleep each night with Emma, at 8pm. Lame, I know, but its my only chance to catch up, I think!
More, very soon. I did also want to give a shout out to my dear internet friend Kim, who has welcomed her new son into her home this past week. Hooray, hooray! Welcome to the world, baby Bryce!
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