Mommy's Poggett

...is just one translation for the announcement that Noah recently made to Chris on my behalf. Noah had to say it a few times and Chris remained in the dark, until finally in the middle of yet another attempt to make the announcement Chris shouts "Really!?!"

Yep, I really am pregnant. If my already expanding belly (they really weren't kidding about that happening quicker with successive pregnancies!) didn't give it away, the acne, greasy hair, swelling face, soon to be HUGE NOSE (and Chris offered to bring home calipers to maintain a growth log!), rashes, 24/7 morning sickness, exhaustion and recent excruciating headaches are surefire ways to keep it foremost in my brain even when I am forgetting my own name, half my grocery list, and the name of any given object that I might need at any given time.

Did I mention that pregnancy and I don't get along. I am sure you can figure out why I say that. Definitely a love/hate relationship, and the only thing to love is the baby at the end. As if the above weren't enough I am still...um...anticipating?...the carpal tunnel, itchy belly, sore back and other aches and pains associated with pregnancy that are yet to come.

When I contemplated getting pregnant I knew it would be a miserable time and I really tried to psych myself up for being sick all the time. I think I was mostly prepared for that. But as other side effects became apparent I realized there was a whole slew of things I was not psyched up for, but mostly, I wasn't psyched up for being ugly. Pregnancy is supposed to be a wonderful, empowering, glowing time in a woman's life. Not so for me. I think I missed that line in the pre-earth life.

Chris hates it when I am pregnant, mostly for all the same reasons I do, but plus some. My pregnancy with Ian was really rough for both of us emotionally, not just physically. It seems like it was a real leap of faith for both of us when we decided to try and get pregnant again. I promised to buck up and he promised to be nice. And so far, I think we are doing a pretty good job.

Noah asks me periodically, "Mommy, do you have a baby in your tummy?" And I assure him that yes, I do. He has been very patient with my recent deficiencies in the mommy department and is very sweet when he knows I don't feel well. Just today he came and covered me up as I lay on the couch with his lovey blanket. "I will borrow this to you" he told me as he smoothed the blanket and patted my shoulder. Then as he walked away he told me he was going to get me more blankets and brought his from his bed.

N: "Are you sick, mommy?"
M: "Yes, my head hurts really bad."
N: "I will give it a kiss."

In that past, pregnancy has a way of not bringing out the best in us. This time we are trying to do it differently. Wish us luck!!