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.