Week Twelve You Stink

I will actually be thirteen weeks tomorrow. I wrote this post last week and then never published it because I don't want to be a big whiner. Actually I do want to be a big whiner but I don't want the entire world to know I'm a big whiner. Reading it again I decided to post it anyway. I want to be able to look back on these moments and remember how horrible they are in case the memory ever fades, which it won't. Never, ever, ever.

Have I mentioned lately that I don't feel well? I just wanted to check in case there was someone out there who missed the opportunity to hear me whine about it.

I'm sick! I'm nauseous. My life and everyone in it stinks and I don't mean that figuratively. My skin hurts. I am cold ALL the time. I don't sleep well. And there's more that I can't tell you because it's too gross. Sometimes for a few hours I am able to get off the couch and work on Halloween costumes. But those moments are few and far between. Most of the time I'm just miserably laying on the couch reading or crying. I switch off between the two to give myself a change of pace. Oh ya, and sometimes I call my husband to complain to him because if I'm miserable then there is no reason why he shouldn't be as well.

If we could get some kind of calling schedule going where all of you take a turn submitting yourselves to my unhappiness then I'm sure he would greatly appreciate it. Things have gotten so bad around here that my two year old came into my room last night and sweetly asked me like she often does, "Are you sick Mommy?" I said yes and then continued with my sobbing which apparently she has had enough of so she started yelling at me, "Mommy! Be quiet! Be quiet Mommy!" And then she climbed up on the bed and rubbed my head which made me cry even more.

You know how I said I was going to work out in the mornings? Ya, that has not happened. The only time I get to the gym is when my husband is home and he drags me there and that has only been once in the last three weeks. Yesterday in fact.

Do you know what my midwife told me? She said marathon runners or people who do vigorous exercise during pregnancy have smarter kids. Something about increased blood flow. So I figure now is as good a time as any to start training for a marathon. I plugged myself into a treadmill and a show last night and ran my little heart out. For about two minutes. Then I had to walk a while and recover from the icky feeling of a baby sloshing around inside my gut. Then I ran some more. And by running I mean slower than a fast walk. I found I could run during the show but I had to walk during the commercials. If I do that for forty minutes once every three weeks do you think I'll be winning races any time soon? I may have to re-think the whole marathon training while I'm pregnant plan but for a minute there it really seemed like a good idea.


And only 28 more weeks to go! (Is this going by fast for you? Because it's not for me.)