Monday, October 20, 2008

MOTHERlode

I've composed this blogpost in my head probably fifty times in the past week or so, so here goes.  You, my dear blog reader, whoever you are still (and who are you, by the way, who burns the candle at both ends and checks back with me even though the last lame thing I posted was a Matt Damon video in September?) will surely excuse my delinquency in posting.  I'm keeping it on the down low (as should you, ahem, fellow facebookers) that I am now 9 weeks preggo.  Assuming I make it through the next three weeks (which I sometimes doubt), I will be due to drop another youngling into this world in May of 2009.

You see, I've had so much time to contemplate this blog post because I've been nauseous (AGAIN-- I know, I can't believe it either) as all get-out.  Luckily, apparently all get-out is still not as nauseous as I was with the last one, so that's good, right?  Anyhow, a big shout out to mommy brain for me conveniently forgetting how boneachingly boring and annoying and, well, sickening being nauseous all the time is.  Seriously.  How could I have forgotten?  

Anyhow.  Beside the point now.  I'm fighting it as best I can with the cooperation of my baby-daddy, the professor.   He makes me only the food I ask for, never makes any suggestions, cleans the kitchen, loads and unloads the dishwasher (which makes me very funky and gaggy).  In short, he's been amazing.  What a godsend.

My son, still clueless, has been very sweet as well... coming into bed for cuddles; making me wooden sandwiches from his play-kitchen.  Nodding without complaint when I tell him that Tootsie Rolls and Starburst are special mommy-tummy food.  

Still, even the second time around I am really struck with how foreign my body already feels.  I feel like I am one day away from being announced as this year's newest balloon for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.  I feel like my breasts alone could take over an entire Manhattan city street, buffeting up against the skyskrapers.  

Anyhow, enough about me and my bosom.  I have to go find something to eat before I get nauseous again.  

Remember... shhhhh!