Many thanks to both of my faithful readers for your patience and your continued reading of this blog that hasn't been updated in far too long. It's not that there hasn't been anything happening. I have snippets of posts saved in draft form, like the one about the guy sitting next to me on the plane to Chicago who had restless leg syndrome. I almost threw up on him because his leg kept making my seat shake. At first I was angry that this guy was making my flight so miserable, and so ridiculously early in the morning too, but then I decided he might not be able to control it. So then I felt guilty. That's way too much angst for 7am.
Why, you might ask, would I be feeling so queasy, so early in the morning? Hmmmm, why could that be? If you guessed, "She's pregnant!" you would be correct. It seems I got over some
earlier-reported angst about whether to have a second child. Or maybe it's just too late to change my mind. Baby v2.0 is due to arrive around April 17.
This time around is proving to be a lot more challenging than last, when I felt mostly fine and had no complications at all. I feel crappy and nauseous just about all the time, yet I'm not vomiting and can continue to eat, just not always the things that are best for me. I have some strange cravings, like the night I had to have Pad Thai. What's up with that? I gained a few pounds during month #1. Somehow, I managed to stay steady in month two. I chalk that one up to lighter weight clothing.
I'm also exhausted. Did I
say I was exhausted when Oliver was under a year old and not sleeping through the night? HA!!! The joke is on me. I am much more tired now. O. M. G. am I tired. Many days I go home from work, take a nap, and get up in time to put Oliver to bed. I have no idea what CD gives Oliver for dinner on those nights and frankly, I just don't care.
We had a little scare last week that turned out to be nothing, but I did get a bonus ultrasound out of the deal. You can't imagine how relieved I was to see ONE baby, with one little beating heart, on the screen. The "one" part was just as satisfying as the "beating heart" part.
So, we will know if Oliver is getting a little brother or sister for his second birthday in about three weeks. My money is on a sister.
Now that I can talk about the pregnancy here, I hope to be better about regular blogging. Thanks for sticking around during my unexpected hiatus. Can I go take a nap now?
