To celebrate – this shirt can be bought at the special price of $18 here
It feels so refreshing to finally be able to explain my absence. It is so nice to not have to cover it up anymore.
So we are bringing another little bundle into the world in February. Now that I’m finally at the tail end of the hardest part of the sickness I can finally feel those happy hormones kicking in. I find myself absently stroking my belly, or talking to the little him or her in there. I wonder when he/she will be able to hear our voices. I imagine that perfect time when we get to feel the first kick.
In saying that though, the last few weeks have been incredibly tough.
I thought the ‘morning’ sickness was bad last time. And teaching at the time – I ended up needing to tell people early on so I could get someone to watch my class while I made a mad dash to reacquaint myself once more, with the staff room toilet.. It was difficult not being able to munch on food when I wanted to so that I could attempt to keep the nausea at bay.
Towards the end of the 1st trimester with Tom I came out in some unexplainable rash. Welts appeared all over my body. I still don’t know what it was, but I was pretty determined at the time that I had a severe allergy to being pregnant. The doctor gave me a concoction of pills for the rash and nausea, and I had NO morning sickness for 3 days. And for someone who was vomiting at least once a day, if not 2-3 times, this was the biggest relief of my life. Why had I been so fearful to take tablets that were deemed perfectly safe? Next time, I’ll be snapping up those meds straight away! I told myself.
So I thought this time it wouldn’t be as bad, I’d be a little bit more relaxed about taking medication if I needed to. Except it has been terrible. Worse. And the medication wasn’t working. I tried taking it at different times of the day, before food, after food, with food. Nothing. So that was a bit unexpected and I started feeling down over letting the blog and business slide. Down over not being able to keep up with my energetic toddler or cook for him. Down over being UNABLE.
This time I was hoping I would be more capable of handling it because I know there is an end in sight. I know the end result. I know that I am about to experience everything amazing by meeting another, precious little being, that WE made. I also know that this could be the last time we do it and I really do want to cherish every little kick and ultrasound that we have. I have all that to keep in perspective this time, where as last time everything was the unknown. However, still, I struggled. But it’s coming to and end now, and I know it will all be worth it.
And most of all, we get to see Tom meet a new lifetime bond, an addition to our family that will forever remain, and be a part of us. I can’t wait to see our little man meet his new baby brother or sister in February.
In the meantime, I’m hanging for the sickness to end soon. I can feel it coming to and end now and that is an enormous relief. I am also entirely grateful for every PR company, brand, business, blogger, friend who has needed to know for one reason or another. You all know who you are and your understanding and help has been paramount to me trying to keep on top of everything.
I’m pretty sure this won’t be the first and last blog post about pregnancy so I look forward to sharing my journey with you all!