Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Blech.

I had a secret (or not so secret) hope that maybe I'd get to dodge the bullet on feeling crappy the first trimester. I'm not sure what I was basing that hope on...perhaps my general good health, and dilligent use of acupuncture. But here we are, 6 weeks on the dot, and it looks like I'm heading down hill.

I've started just taking the elevator...even if it is just one floor..and find myself feeling personally offended by the existence of stairs.

I was talking with my boss in the hall this morning about something very compelling and scientific, surely, nodding at all the right times, and even saying a reasonably intelligent thing once or twice...but I was really thinking "I really just need to sit down for a second or I think I might puke." (though I have yet to actually puke, knock wood)

Our usual evening chore routine, which really doesn't take long (maybe an hour?), feels like a marathon. Gail is picking up some of my slack, but I hate leaving slack. And yeah, I did TONS of chores when she was pregnant, but we didn't have a toddler then...there were many fewer chores and we operated with a much larger margin of error between standard operations and "the-house-is-a-complete-wreck-nothing-is-getting-done-I'm-going-
completely-insane." One strategy right now is to save the "sitting down" jobs for me, but there are only so many of those.

I know we'll find our stride, and I know I'll feel better eventually...but six more weeks of this (or worse?) feels a bit daunting....

(with the caveat that I am still beyond thrilled to have exactly this problem...and I suppose feeling crappy is somewhat reassuring)

6 comments:

N said...

Hurrah for feeling crappy! (I'm just bloated and exhausted. Meh. Not nearly as fun. and much more panic-inducing.)


But, yeah. BLECH. *hugs*

oneofhismoms said...

I had that same guilt about being the second one to get pregnant. Even though I did loads of housework the first time, none of it is harder than when you have a toddler running around. Then I came to this realization: the house needn't be as clean, either. I lowered my standards, helped when I could (laundry folding is a good one) and relaxed into my pregnancy.

word to your mother(s) said...

Remember to be patient and kind with yourself. Do your personal expectations differ from those you had for Gail during her pregnancy? I mean, maybe just look at it from another angle (especially since you have a toddler in the mix) as to what can be done, rather than what should be accomplished.

May your body provide you with physical strength...

Lyn said...

It's true. I more or less thought Gail should only sleep or eat or sit when she was pregnant. OK. That's sort of exaggerating, and she was working, but it *is* way different now.

Thanks for the kind words all and for the voice of experience oneofhismoms. Working on lowering the standards...but still somehow figuring out how to stay this side of complete chaos...

insertmetaphor said...

Ugh, I'm sorry you're feeling crappy. Sometimes we can barely keep the house clean with no toddler and no one pregnant, so I'm getting exhausted just reading about what you have to handle. I hope the queasiness lets up!

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