Thoughts on this pregnancy November 25, 2008

I’d once read the letter “If I Had My Life To Live Over” from the beloved Erma Bombeck and one line in particular always affected me deeply. And I thought to myself, if we were blessed with another pregnancy, that I would follow that advice this time.

“Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have
cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment
growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in
a miracle.”

Beautiful sentiment, Erma, and I sure hope one of these days I can live up to it. Until then, I’m fighting off my second cold in a month, all on the heels of the most miserable of first trimesters. Still, I feel hope and joy at the thought of what’s to come,… These sweet, intermittent flutters in the belly will soon turn into nudges, then kicks, and finally full-on kung fu assaults seen from the outside. I love the quiet time of night when you first lay down and baby takes this as his/her signal to communicate, “hey, I’m awake, let’s play!” Until then, I need some serious R&R.

How could something so tiny make one feel so awful? November 18, 2008

I cannot believe how sick I’ve been with this pregnancy. How one tiny little bean in there could wreck wreak this much havoc. (I stand corrected, Father of Pearls. He had to pull out Webster’s to prove that I had misspelled the word.  It’s hard to have two spelling bee champions in the house!)  Could it be that I am years older than with the others? Mercifully, my doctor doubled my Zofran dose and it seems to have helped alot.  And I’m almost afraid to say a bit of the first trimester fatigue is lifting. It’s been an awful long couple of months. Hopefully I’ll be back on with some regularity. I’ve got some fun stuff to post!