I had a big mid-point ultrasound this week and it’s really helped me in believing that this pregnancy is going to make it. That’s what I am blogging about over at Babble today.
Tell me your thoughts on the trendy factor when it comes to baby naming over in my latest Babble blog post.
Spanking – or lack thereof – is what I am blogging about over at Babble today.
I’m 17 weeks now and still feeling nothing from Mr. Darcy. That’s what I’m blogging about over at Babble today.
I’m now 16 weeks pregnant, but I still can’t quite believe that I am actually going to have a baby. My inability to get fully invested in this pregnancy, and how that has me feeling guilty and worried is what I am blogging about in my latest Babble post.
Find out over in my latest blog post at Babble (hint: it’s holiday-related).
My two middle children – ages 12 & 14 – find it more than a little weird – and not necessarily in a good way – that their mother is having a baby, again. That’s what I am blogging about in my latest post over at Babble.
I had the CVS test performed on Monday, and now all we can do is wait for the results. That’s what I am blogging about over at Babble today.
From my latest blog post over at Babble:
So am I okay? I guess so. Kind of. I am hanging in there, because I tend to be pretty tough and resilient in general. But this is not an experience I ever want to repeat, and not one I’d wish on anyone else. For the first time, I understand women who say that they hate being pregnant. Right now, I, too hate being pregnant. There, I did it. I finally said that out loud. And now I will feel guilty about that.
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From my latest Babble blog post:
Being this sick for this long with no identifiable end in sight is hard to accept. I am a sunny person by nature, and an optimist. I always believe that tomorrow will be a better day. But 24-7 nausea, vomiting and unrelenting fatigue is enough to kill off anyone’s inner Pollyanna, even mine. I am finding myself feeling resentful and even angry about this pregnancy that I didn’t ask for or expect. And then I feel unbelievably guilty for allowing those dark thoughts any safe harbor in my psyche. I mean, how bad would I feel if something goes wrong and I had been secretly thinking about how much better life was before I got pregnant? So I try to push the resentment and self-pity about the pregnancy out of my head and just focus on getting through the next hour without throwing up and/or weeping. But at night when I sleep, I can’t hold back the negativity. My dreams are full of weird and unpleasant pregnancy outcomes, some that would be right at home in a horror movie. I don’t even want to tell you how weird some of these dreams have been, but I will tell you that last night’s edition involved me giving birth to six disgusting baby lizards who bit me and then died. Yeah. Pretty bad.
Read the rest (if you dare) over at Babble
