I’m roughly 24 weeks along now. I’m pleasantly surprised to find I’m not still spending my days nauseated. With Peanut I was still barfing regularly at this point and with Wingnut I was still mostly in non-functional. I actually got to enjoy a little time of feeling semi-human before getting uncomfortable this time around. Now I’m to the point of not being able to breathe when I bend over and I still need a nap most days but the nesting instinct has seriously struck and I find myself willing and mostly able to accomplish some things. Despite the urge to get things done I’ve still shied away from making any resolutions because I know the energy will come to an end before I know it and any long-term goals will be down the tubes with the delivery and subsequent upheaval of a new little guy. So my one and only goal for the year? Have this baby. It’s definitely reachable, don’t you think?
Pardon the bright lamp behind me.
Since I’m not completely incapacitated anymore I’m trying, somewhat successfully, to ween my kids off endless TV again. While feeling like crap they pretty much have free reign while I wallow on the couch trying not to barf so they get plenty of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Jake and the Neverland Pirates, Sesame Street, and Wild Kratts. They still beg for it but I’m more able to find things to occupy (read: distract) them now that I can remain vertical for longer periods of time. This morning I had to explain to Peanut that she only got to watch so much TV this fall because I was feeling like utter garbage but now that I’m feeling better that doesn’t fly anymore. She was rather disappointed and asked in a hopeful voice a few times throughout the day if I was feeling icky yet.
The kids are really giving me a run for my money lately. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me because I’m overflowing with wacky hormones but ODD assures me he’s been feeling the same way so it’s definitely our kids. I don’t know if they can tell things are going to change soon with the baby or what but lately Peanut and Wingnut cannot stop pestering each other. They know one another’s buttons and constantly push them. I may as well not say a word for all the good it does. Both of them seems to have their ears painted on yet I persevere. This can’t last forever if I consistently work with them on it, right? RIGHT!? The last couple of days I’ve been doing a marble jar with Peanut and that seems to be helping, though today we had an I-don’t-care-what-you-say kind of day where she started with 10 marbles and was down to 5 by dinner. I’m hoping tomorrow goes a bit better. Speaking of getting better, I’m about to have a Dr. Pepper and veg with ODD. I’m pretty sure that will help me feel better.