I've been avoiding blogging because I'm just a big Whine-Bag right now. I wanted to avoid complaining about being pregnant because there are several of you that I love who would gladly trade places with me in a heartbeat. So I'll just say that I have been feeling lousy, not just the nausea, but this time it seems to have permeated my psyche also. I just feel low and I can't seem to complete the easiest of tasks. The house is a wreck, I can't stand cooking, and even laying in bed all day is unsatisfying.
Oh, sorry, I wasn't going to complain. I go in for my first OB appointment tomorrow, so hopefully that will cheer me up. I think it will be too early to hear the heartbeat, but at least it will seem more official and confirmed once the doctor says, "Yep, Dan definitely slipped one past the goalie." And hopefully the nausea and accompanying "blahs" will be over in just a couple of weeks.
If anyone feels like coming over and helping me clean my house, I'd be glad for the company.
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Dude, I totally understand the "blahs" frame of mind. I feel like I can hardly get anything done, and you know the funny thing is, I hate the weekends the most. At least when all these kids are here, and I'm doing my daycare job that I get paid for, I feel some sense of accomplishment. Then, on the weekends, I just sit around reading books, doing next to nothing. I'm actually relieved when Monday gets here.
It's hard to explain the lack of mental focus when you're pregnant. It's not even physical exhaustion, although you can get that, too, in pregnancy. It's this mental nothingness, like the desire to accomplish things just shuts down, a switch has been turned off in your brain, but the need for the self-esteem perks of getting things done doesn't go away, so it's a recipe for depression. I'm just hoping that when I'm done being pregnant, and I'm getting at least five to six hours of sleep in a row, that I can get myself back to where I was before.
I wish I was there with you. I'd totally come over and help, even if we did nothing more than sit around and have group therapy, and useless, but oh-so-satisfying, girl talk. That's what I hate most about living apart, I'm not there to help, and to be with people. I'm enough of a hermit as it is.
Love you, can't wait to see you in Sheridan next month. Can we go hide in a hotel room somewhere, and just girl talk for hours?
Becky
Susan,
If it makes you feel any better. .. my house is an absolute mess. Remember how it used to be somewhat clean??? AHAHHAHAHHAHAH! Not anymore. OH and I don't have the energy or focus to make dinners anymore. Some nights I just throw a bag of bread and some lunch meat on the table. GO white trash!!!!!!!
Slipped one past the goalie? Oh, that may be the funniest thing I have heard. Thanks for the laugh!
I love you! Does that help? :)
I would love to come over and clean your house, seriously. Just beware that you then would be calling me all the time asking where I put stuff. And you could hold my baby and remember how awesome little babies are, that would make you feel better two times over.
Oh, sweetie... what you need is to get out of that messy house, leave your babies with a GREAT sitter who will clean your house for you (and give you full credit!) and then meet me at the Spa for a good old fashioned pedicure! That's it... I'm calling you in the morning!
I hope you got the pedicure and some time out of the house. If I lived in your part of Zion I would be there in a heartbeat and clean your house for you. When I need a pick me up I read a book. Something fun and wacky would be good, I suggest "The Big Over Easy" by Jasper Fforde.
For a good laugh, kind of, you can read Matt's latest blog entries. Carlsons have no shame or maybe they should have some shame.
Love you
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