Twelve Weeks

“Oh the wax and wanes of pregnancy poop!” said the text message. It made me laugh. And if you’ve ever experienced pregnancy, you’ll probably laugh along with me. Things don’t work the same as they once did, and there is a whole lot of adjusting going on. I’m not showing – I just look like I am because my intestines are full and I’m bloated beyond all recognition. I’ve got more gas than a Phillips 66 station, and things are uncomfortable! Yet I’m still completely excited and in awe of what’s taking place.

All stomach bloatedness aside, after I moved past the nausea and got over the flu/cold bug, I finally started to feel like a semi-normal person again. This last week I’ve been able to cook, clean, and take ownership of the responsibilities I didn’t even have enough energy to think about doing, let alone the physical capability. Winding down the first trimester has proven to be worthwhile in more ways than one.

Wednesday was a rough day for me though. I learned that the phrase “mood swing” doesn’t necessarily mean from minute to minute, or even hour to hour. I had a 14 hour mood swing on Wednesday. My mood pendulum was swinging over in the “death-glare anger” area. I was livid. For 14 hours. Thursday, I was fine, and yesterday, I laughed all day long. But lo…..Wednesday. Wicked Wednesday. I can tell you this – I hope I don’t have another one of those days. Not only was it scary, but talk about draining! I was not anywhere near the person I wanted to be, and couldn’t bear the thought that the anger could be a regular attender to a day-in-the-life-of-Val. Granted, it didn’t help that it was a rough day at work and I had to put up with some over-the-top thoughtlessness, but still. Spooky.

Now it’s become a battle of nesting. Oh yes – I’m nesting. After being basically laid up for the last six weeks, I am raring to go now. I can tell you that I’m tired of being the only one tired of this house being in the state it’s in. I plan on holding a family meeting later today in which I will introduce the dishwasher, how it opens, and the simple task of putting a dish or two inside. It’s not easy living with a 21-year-old family member who you love and adore, and simultaneously want to hang by his toes. Maybe I’ll hang him upside down in front of the dishwasher.

Brent has been working in getting our basement put back together and I am so very excited to have this house back the way it was before the water issues this spring. We’ll be making lots of changes on the main floor once the basement is finished, and I think it’s the perfect time to start the in-home projects with the onset of winter just around the corner.

I started knitting a baby blanket, but I’ve stopped. There are so many things I want to knit for the bean in my belly, that I just don’t know really where to start. I imagine I’ll finish the blanket soon enough, but depending on the gender of little Ziggy, I may have to gift the blanket later. Of course it’s hard to get any knitting done when I’m so busy loading the dishwasher…… :o)

And so with being 12 weeks along, I find I’ve got more sass. Oh, snap, sassy friend! Just when you thought I couldn’t get any sassier, I went and got pregnant. Are we all in for a treat or WHAT? Stay tuned!

One Reply to “Twelve Weeks”

  1. I'm ready for some sass and a date out and about… if this happen i'll be excited since we'be been planning this for going on about 5 mos now. And i'm glad you are feeling better, no one likes to be sick day in and day out. yuck!

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