I haven’t really written a lot about this pregnancy – like the actual pregnancy and not just my feelings. But these past two days have been so…
that I felt like they needed to be shared. I do far less TMI posts than I used to, so here’s one to make up for lost, “Omg no.”
Yesterday I sneezed, threw up, and peed myself. All at the same time. I just stood in the bathroom and started laughing because really – what else can you do? Then I found new clothes. Sam asked, “Why did you change your clothes?” One look at my face and he knew.
There’s something to be said about communication with someone who has been through four pregnancies. He just gets it.
Last night my heartburn was so bad that I thought if I barfed, I would probably disintegrate whatever it hit with the acid.
This morning I woke up feeling queasy as normal, but most of the time I can get food into me fast enough. Well, I took a shower instead, knowing that I’d pay for that later. Always eat first no matter how much you want a shower.
Note: your needs don’t matter when the child inside you wants food. Also relevant when the child is outside of you.
Then I went out and made myself and Bella bowls of cereal.
So you know how GrapeNuts expand in milk?
Yep. And so I spent all morning mopping twice, cleaning bottom cupboards, baseboards, and the walls of expanded GrapeNuts and milk that I projectile vomited (and I mean, like Exorcist style) while Bella took one look at the mess and ran outside holding her nose. Then I threw my clothes and all the kitchen mats in the washer and cried.
I wasn’t really sad. More frustrated that at 23 weeks pregnant this is still happening, but most of it was hormones.
I cry over everything lately. Sam and I started watching the Harry Potter series at night and every time I think of how talented all those kids are I tear up on the couch.
Then we get to Bella’s hourly class and I’m in the car gagging, trying to keep the nothing I have in my stomach down (air? can you gag on air?) – and Bella is frantically looking for a way to exit the car before it happens again. Poor thing. She’s probably traumatized by all the barfing she’s seen the past three years.
In other pregnancy news, next week we have our fetal echocardiogram. I’ll be 24 weeks. At some point my therapist and I are heading back to the hospital here so I can deal with some of the trauma of losing the twins before I go into labor with Charlotte (did you catch our name post?). I’m actually – relieved? – to be doing that so I’m not in labor and trying to cope with the fact that my room is exactly the same as the one where they died.
Things are rolling along – I’m still not buying things or making a ton of plans but we are loving on her all the time. She kicks and rolls and snuggles up in a ball against my side to sleep. Bella has a little drawer for her in her room that she keeps everything “baby Charlotte” related.
School finishes up for me in August. While I’d love to have continued through the fall and be done after, each of their classes goes through or starts in October when she’s due, and because I have such a history of “surprise the baby is coming” I felt like there wasn’t a way to continue school without constantly worrying about that. So I’ll be taking a term break and finishing up in the Spring semester.
I have a few sponsored posts coming up so please bear with me – they are always things I love/use and think you might too. I plan on slowing way down in August with everything but just personal blogging, but for now it’s nice to have some extra money to tuck away for the constant barrage of expenses that we seem to incur. Does that happen to anyone else? You have extra money and bam – something breaks or you find out you owe $700 to the IRS…
Well. I’ve covered quite a bit. Thanks for reading, hopefully no one was eating GrapeNuts when I wrote this. lol <3