I'm 13 weeks pregnant. The point where most mom-to-be's say "I'm so glad I'm finally feeling better" and I'm saying "Oh please don't let this misery last as long as last time!" You see, I get super duper when-will-this-end sick when I'm pregnant. According to my dad I have him to blame for my weak stomach. But that's beside the point. The point is it's no fun, and that's why I've been MIA for the last couple of months.
Right now my house is a permanent disaster. It's hard enough some days to get me and the girls dressed let alone fed and taken care of so the house is sort of last on my list. I hate it. I want it to be clean so badly but I just can't keep up. I shower more like every other day because I'm too tired and weak to stand up that long at a time. The clean laundry can easily sit in the basket waiting to be put away for days and days. The bathroom? Don't even ask.
So you can see why from time to time (usually while bent over the toilet) the words come into my head "why did I do this to myself? Willingly!" It's hard sometimes to remember the end result. But there is an end result. There is a beautiful, hopefully healthy, sweet, innocent baby waiting for me at the end of my self imposed 9 months of misery. And it is SO worth it. There is nothing more miraculous than bringing a baby into the world. I wouldn't trade my chance at motherhood for being able to pee standing up in a million years! Being a woman is a truly special gift.
I can't promise I'll be back on a regular basis yet but I'm trying. My good days are starting to come around a little more often and I'm looking forward to getting back on the blogging train. Thanks for hanging in there with us while we both are working on the new additions in our families!