Hello world! I have emerged from my somnambulant state refreshed and renewed. My exile from active life-over. I am ready to face the brand new day with vim and vigor! Greeting the impending summer with zealous anticipation! Grateful that my first trimester is behind me, and looking forward to the renewed sense of energy and purpose that generally marks the second trimester. Say what, crazy lady?! For those not fluent in pregspeak- I am with child, preggers, knocked up ..... It was a bit of a surprise when I found out thanks to 3 slim little pee sticks the weekend before Passover, when I was due to have a house full of people and still had not begun to cook. I was in a suspended state of disbelief until the queasiness and exhaustion kicked in.
I have done it 3 times before, but I forgot that feeling of perpetual motion sickness, and the fatigue. Oh that tiredness! An exhaustion that enters your bones and just settles there, making any motion or activity feel like a herculean effort, like running an underwater marathon. Cooking felt like a punishment. Just making sure that the kids were respectably shod, decently fed, and relatively clean was a small accomplishment. I am thankful to whoever is looking out for me that my kiddie cooking was cancelled, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou! The salad article I wrote for the newspaper was definitely uninspiring. The chocolate orders were perfectly decent and completely standard. My community service responsibilities were accomplished thanks to the very generous and kind assistance of others. Basically, I was a zombie who had just one goal and desire-SLEEP and as much of if as I could get. I was greedy for it. Hub would come home to find his dinner drying up in the oven and me snoring gratefully in bed.
But now that is behind me. I have a little bump and a couple of sonogram pictures of this cute little jellybean inside me- the summer is ahead and the smell of food no longer flips my stomach over. I'm back in business- of my everyday life
