Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Getting better enough to be depressed about it - two weeks ago I was just praying for the days to pass or death to come. Now I am better, I can sit up, Maiya and I chill watching cartoons and eating in the living room. But I am still nauseas and I am well aware how messy the house is - and I get more frustrated everyday that I can't/don't do anything about it.
I am tired of this pregnancy making me into Eeyore
Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic." He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again. "As I thought," he said. "No better from this side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that's what it is."
I know it will get better soon. I am excited that I am starting to show a bit - I mean skinny girls wouldn't notice. But my fat belly beats out my boobs a little, and none of my jeans button. Anything that makes me feel pregnant instead of just sick is encouraging. I can't wait to feel gummy move and I really can't wait to find out if gummy is a boy or a girl.
I was sick until 18 weeks with Maiya - so if this follows protocol I have three more weeks. Hopefully I can kick out Eeyore before then and Janie can move back in.