Pregnancy has not been good for blogging. I thought it might be. I mean, I could whine and moan about the discomforts of pregnancy for NINE WHOLE MONTHS, right? Ample material! But...I also started to think of how SICK of my whining my friends and readers would get...and how sad my friends who struggle with conceiving might feel...and how STINKIN' TIRED I would be--so tired that even spending time whining and moaning seemed as though it might take too much energy. I remember after my first trimester how I knew I was beginning to feel a bit better because the idea of watching a TV show downstairs on the couch was not so overwhelmingly exhausting (I'd been crashing in bed many hours a day). LAYING ON THE COUCH was exhausting! I mean, seriously! Who can blog?
Not to mention that my blog definitely takes a food slant and just try writing about food when you can't stomach food. Just, ew. Gross.
I have barely cooked for my family in months. Yep, that's right. Me. Flathead Mama. Foodie. More often than not, I find myself getting take-out or making a big salad for dinner. Or a sandwich. Mmmmmm.... Garlic has become persona non grata, which eliminates basically all of my recipes except dessert (although if I had found a way to add garlic to dessert, that probably would be part of my repertoire too!). The first trimester, I couldn't cook or even stand cooking smells in the house. I was craving chili one day and I made my husband cook it on the barbecue grill. A few friends brought me casseroles. BLESS THEM. Because of them, my family could actually eat a few home-cooked meals! And Sweet Peaks...Oh, God bless Sweet Peaks...their creamy, homemade ice cream was one of the few things that tasted really good. Hence, my visits about three times a week. No exaggeration.
And then...just as the afternoon sickness of nausea began to abate, I got a bad sinus infection that turned into a cough that made me throw up (which, strangely enough, I had never done from pregnancy nausea...in either pregnancy!). And then I got food poisoning and had diarrhea for 4 days. I was reminded of the line from The Devil Wears Prada: "I'm just one stomach flu away from my goal weight." Haha. In a way, it was good. I had gained a little weight before getting pregnant. This equaled me out a little bit. Look on the positive side, I guess. I wouldn't recommend 4 days of diarrhea as the best diet ever though. Don't try this at home.
I got so depleted, I started having what almost felt like contractions. So I had to get checked out at labor and delivery. There was enough instability that they ordered an ultrasound. But ultimately, baby was found to be staying put. I went home, rested, stayed in bed (some more) while my husband did basically everything (some more). BLESS HIM. Without him, I probably couldn't have gotten well. But I did.
The last week or so has been good. We have done more fun things in the last week than in practically the whole pregnancy combined. (Arts Festival! Swimming at the lake! Farmer's Market! Thursday Fest in Kalispell! Movie with the hubby!) I'm tired and sore these days (and suffering from more allergies than usual), but functional. And we found out this week that our baby Bean is a boy, so we have taken to calling him Mr. Bean. I'm feeling him move more and more and so grateful to have gotten this far. So grateful for the husband, daughter, family, and friends who have helped me through the hormones and sickness and difficulties of the first trimester (and part of the second). So grateful to God for sustaining me even through an all-too-frequent negative attitude. So grateful for the good and replenishing activities I've been able to do this week.
I hope with some renewed health and energy, I will be able to post a little more often. But however things work out, know that I plan to be with this blog long-term. Because, well, writing is awesome. And so are my readers.