Three pregnancies under my belt and I still haven’t learned my lesson.
Pregnancy is just not fun.
I’m excited for baby #4. Anxious and impatient to meet him/her, really. But pregnancy… just not a happy thing for me.
I feel terrible.
I lounge, uncomfortably.
I dizzily do my housework.
I tiredly help the girls with school work.
I moodily take care of my alwaysonthego toddler.
Everything that once interested me, doesn’t.
Food is now my mortal enemy. Preparing it. Seeing it. Smelling it. Not pleasant experiences.
My mind is a flowing, changing, unreliable thing.
My body is a mushy, sore, foreign object.
My pictures are taken without thought and skill.
My family is treated like a burden.
My blog will be at risk of having long periods of inactivity.
Drying toothbrushes on the go.
Scones and peanut butter cookies.
Playing with Friends
Dancing at Jack in the Box.
Mommy and daughters.
Stop on a family walk.
Talking to his brother.
Sierra stopped sucking her thumb on Jan. 2nd. The dentist found out and gave her free movie tickets.
We went today (Saturday) and saw Alvin and the Chipmunks 2.
They shared a combo since we’d just gone out for pizza.
Dancing in the theatre.
Last ones to leave, goofing around.