I figured I’m due for a pregnancy update, so basically it goes something like this:
You know, when I was in the thick of the 1st trimester exhaustion and non-stop hangover I sort of felt lame, like maybe I was being a wuss for complaining so much and doing so much laying around and sleeping and bitching about food. But now that I’m starting to feel better, SO MUCH better, I’ve got to cut my 1st trimester self some slack. That was not really that much fun. at. all. Granted, I certainly didn’t have it as bad as so many (with the puking, thank goodness I didn’t have the puking), but it wasn’t pleasant. I’ll give myself that.
So I try to keep that in mind when I’m doing things like cleaning our house that was neglected for the last three months. Don’t get me wrong, we kept it in livable condition (and by we I mean my husband while I laid on the couch and moaned/cat napped/pressed play on another episode of Diego/threw fruit leathers at the toddler), but you know, there are certain things that will go untouched when it’s left up to my husband… like the microwave… with chunks of chili stuck to the roof.
I don’t know if it will ever be possible to get back on top of things around here, to get this house sanitized and smelling less like… pee before the baby comes. I had a mini-tantrum today as I cleaned the play room and started ranting about how I’m so sick of disgusting things like dog pee and cat vomit and toddler pee ruining my day and making my house smell. I’m one crazy hair away from ripping all the carpet (which has been steam cleaned and scrubbed with nearly every chemical I can bring myself to exposing our family to) out and living with concrete floors until we can get wood/laminate floors put in. At least I could spray it down with a hose. (I’m only half joking.) But I take this new found interest in the cleanliness of our home as a good sign because a month ago I didn’t know, nor care to remember the last time I vacuumed.
(Seriously. If anyone has any secrets to getting dog pee smells out of carpet with chemicals that aren’t going to make my baby grow a second head, please cough it up.)
I’ve also got to reclaim the television as Kendall now thinks he is the master of it and is quite disappointed when I don’t allow him to watch 4 episodes of Diego in a row. True story, that totally happened. A lot.
While I won’t venture to say I have the energy of a marathon runner these days, I will say that I now only need a small nap (1-ish hours) instead of a 4 hour nap and an 8 o’clock bedtime. The food aversions are fading, and I’m still in LOVE with all things red meat covered in BBQ sauce. I need to get back into the gym soon, especially now that I really want to E-A-T. Maternity clothes are just now starting to look not so ridiculous on me, although I’m not nearly as big at this point as I thought I’d be. I guess I was super bloated in the beginning. Now, there are days I wake up that I really don’t look pregnant at all. Of course, 12 hours and a couple BBQ sandwiches later it’s a totally different story. Truth be told, how pregnant I look really just depends on the last time I pooped.
So there you have it. I’ll be 16 weeks tomorrow and we have an appt. on Thursday to hear the heartbeat. We’ll also schedule the big ultrasound then, so I should be able to tell you all soon when we will find out if it’s a boy or a girl. What do you think? I almost hate to type this because I might jinx it, but I have a feeling it’s a girl, but then again, I would not be at all shocked if it’s another boy (or disappointed).