Random Notes

• It's almost ridiculous how good making homemade chicken stock makes me feel. There's something so satisfying about using the carcass and all of my bits and pieces of veggies that I would have otherwise likely thrown out.
• My tummy is finally showing enough that people can be relatively certain I'm pregnant and not overweight. I like getting to that stage. I like pregnancy from here on in right up till the stage where people give me nervous looks because they're worried I might give birth at any moment. That gives me the giggles, and I'm always tempted to act like I'm having contractions. *grin*
• I'm at 14 weeks, the point at which "typical nausea fades away". I wish.
• I'm getting better at doing whatever needs to be done in the moments that I feel well enough to do it...and giving myself a break when I'm just not up to it. Trev still says I'm apologizing way too much, though.
• I love that Adara reads books to Connor. I love that he sometimes takes books right to her instead of Trev or I. I love seeing them curled up together on the couch intently reading together. Too cute.
• I can't think of any more points.

Determinedly Half-Full

Bad news: still nauseous, still exhausted.

BUT....

Good news:

• Went to the doctor on Thursday for a prenatal, and got to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time! For just under 13 weeks, I guess that's unusual, but it was lovely.
• We've cleared a whole bunch of unwanted stuff out of the garage this week. Last weekend, Trev made me up a detailed list, and I listed two items at a time on Freecycle until they were all gone. He has a separate list he's going to sell on Kijiji (online classified), but thankfully it's much smaller. Progress is being made!
• Haven't gained any weight for the pregnancy yet. May not seem like a big deal to some, but my biggest mistake with the first two was to gain weight early on, and I gained way too much overall both times. Mind you, it's not all my titanium-strength willpower, the nausea has a lot to do with it. Hard to gain a lot of weight when all you can stomach is soup or cereal most meals. *grin*
• We're in the process of trying out a very nice church. The folks there are friendly, and we're getting to know some families. We're going to one family's house for supper Wednesday, and we're hosting a "Just Dessert" evening on Friday for three other families. The latter is a church-wide thing organized by the church admin, we just figured it would be easier on the kids if we hosted rather than visited, plus I like to bake desserts.
• The kids are both loving the Sunday School areas that are for their age groups. If you'd told me Connor at 2 would be looking forward to saying goodbye and going to play, I would never have believed you. There's awesome security, and they've even got separate rooms for 2s, 3s and 4s. Lots of littles, and a great adult/child ratio. Very cool.

That's all the positives I can think of for now. There's a lot though!

But anyway, what you see above is a pretty literal demonstration of what my brain does every time a little voice in my head complains. Another literal voice always pipes up with "BUT..." unless I'm in a serious blue funk, or so sick I don't have the energy to argue with myself. (That sounds funny). It's one of the things I really like about how my brain works.

What a week

Tuesday AM: host first playgroup, total of five moms and 9 children. Busy, but fun. Very draining for an introvert like me.
Tuesday PM: Mom calls to report she has fallen on the ice and broken her wrist. Pack up children and take Mom to hospital. Entertain kids in emergency room for several hours. Take kids home after doctors report it will be "a very, very long wait". Mom gets picked up 10 hours later.

Wednesday AM: annual children's photo at Walmart. First indications that Connor is getting quite sick, running high fever. Got one good pic, took sicky home.
Wednesday PM: help Mom maneuver around her house sans right hand (poor Mom). Connor's fever progresses to the point he cannot be put down without wailing. First indications that Adara and I are getting sick.

Thursday AM: wake up with bad cold. Con's fever has broken overnight, he's sick but manageable. Adara's cold-induced fussiness leads to several meltdowns, the most memorable being a 90 minute doozie because I nix the idea of pink and green tights with a red and navy striped dress. Take Mom to Costco to buy frozen food she can prepare one-handed.
Thursday PM: Cough a lot. Wish often I could take medicine. Visit Mom's with kids to help unpack purchased frozen foods. Contemplate weekend plans of visiting dear friends in Red Deer and having Trev's Dad stop by to visit on Tuesday. Feel overwhelmed. Go to bed as soon as possible.

Oy.

Join the Resistance!

I never could resist a good Star Wars parody, and this one even has me feeling like I'm joining in a noble effort! *grin*