Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Wacked Out...

So it’s been almost two weeks since I last posted…if I wasn’t feeling so great tonight (as in, only mildly nauseated), it might be another two weeks!

So…I am totally convinced that pregnancy does some wacked out stuff to your body…Sunday we set up our Christmas tree and began decorating. I am not a “lots of décor” kind of person. I kind of enjoy being able to decorate and be done in half a day…of course, this year it took more like a day and a half…I just couldn’t get it together with the MS…anyway…Sunday night we made a Target run for more lights and a few Christmas movies…White Christmas and A Christmas Story. While out, we also picked up a Hickory Farms Summer Sausage and some Tostitos and cheese dip in a jar. We put T3 down, put MW in her jammies in front of a movie in the playroom and T and I curled up on the sofa in front of the partially decorated Christmas tree and ate sausage and chips and cheese dip while we laughed through A Christmas Story. (Which, by the way, I think gets funnier and funnier every time I see it! Gotta love the leg lamp! Actually, it’s watching it with T that makes it so funny…he laughs so hard. His whole body shakes…I LOVE to see him laugh like that.)

I couldn't find a pic of the actual cheese dip...but you get the idea.

Minus the cheese...just the beef stick...

So about that wacked out stuff…what’s up with summer sausage and chips and cheese dip from a jar sounding so fabulous to a woman who could barely hold down chicken for lunch? And that’s with some zofran. Or how ‘bout this…yesterday morning I woke feeling terrible. I thought maybe if I ate I could calm the nausea a bit…so I ate some plain grits. Nice and bland. Then I opened the fridge to put something away and the smell made me start dry-heaving…the inside of my mouth started “sweating,” and I knew it wasn’t going to stop…let’s just say the grits didn’t stay down. I couldn’t eat anything the rest of the morning. At 11:30 guess what sounded so delicious I couldn’t wait to get it??? Nachos Bellgrande from Taco Bell. Yeah. I ate every bite and even licked my fingers. And kept it down. What…WHAT is up with that??? Oh pregnancy!

The above photo is what I had in mind when I ordered...

This is more what it looked like when I got it...and man did it taste GREAT!

Now, I feel like I should include a picture of some cottage cheese...'cause certain parts of me are going to look like cottage cheese if I keep this up!

I know I’m complaining. I need to zip it. I am very thankful for this miracle growing inside. But, let me keep things real. I let a load mildew in my washer this week… Thank goodness it’s so cold…I did get the smell out (and trust me, I have a dog nose right now…smell’s out). There are chips and pretzels ground into the carpet in the playroom. There are dishes in my sink from yesterday. There are left overs in my fridge that need chunking. I told T he’s going to have to clean it out (‘cause every time I open the fridge I start dry heaving – lest you get the wrong impression, it’s not ‘cause the food is bad…it just smells…like food). He’s agreed to tackle that tomorrow. MW has literally NO winter clothes to wear to school tomorrow, ‘cause they’re all dirty or need ironing. T3 went to bed in his clothes, ‘cause his pajamas are all dirty…this too shall pass. I know. I know. And I am very excited about this little one…I just feel like I’m surviving right now…on a minute by minute basis.

Soo……you moms out there who have multiple children. How did you survive? How did you make it through? Being sick with one little one was hard…two is kickin’ my booty. I know it can be done. I know we will survive…I would just love a little encouragement…cause right now it feels like I might die of nausea…under the piles of laundry and the ground in chips…and no one would every find me.

So if you’ve got something encouraging to share…bring it on…PLEASE!

And lest I forget to give credit where credit is due...thank you to the random people and blogs from which I snagged these photos...Tostitos, Taco Bell, etc. And to google image search...Many, many thanks!


  1. Hey girl, I would come take care of all of that for you if I could! Miss ya! I am not where you are yet since I had no one running around while I was deathly ill. I do know how it feels to think you may literally die from the nausea though! I remember my house needing cleaning and looking around at all of it while on the couch alone and depressed as Scottie was at work for thirteen hours a day. Just remember God won't give you more than he equips you to handle, and we both know it is worth every minute of sickness in the end to hold a healthy baby! All that said, it is normal to feel overwelmed the way you do, so have a good cry every now and then. It cleanses you! And as for the chips, send Scout up there to "clean" that up! And eat what you want, you always shrink back sooner than later. I remember one night that my supper consisted of pickle, strawberries, and pringles, and maybe some cheese. Same here, I could keep that down, but something simple and bland would send me hurling! Hang in there, love ya!

  2. You are cracking me up! I honestly can't remember how I did it. The zofran certainly helped. Maybe you'll just forget it after the baby is here... I remember being sick but I don't remember it well... thankfully! :) I do remember spending lots of time on the couch! :)

  3. I haven't done the MS with any children in the house, but I managed to get through work each day by eating carbs every hour, on the hour. It really helped!

    And I think I'd just pop some of MW's clean winter clothes in the dryer to shake out the wrinkles, and send her on her way. Ironing with MS sounds way too hard!

  4. How funny that I lived on plain ole taco bell nachos and cheese for the first 8 weeks or so of not feeling good. :) oh, sisters...

  5. I craved Taco Bell with every single baby. I still LOVE it! I have a long list when I go there, since it's so cheap.
    O.K. here's the scoop. Don't do too much. Rest every afternoon and try to keep things in perspective. Movies for the kiddos while you try to pick up- of course only if you feel well enough to pick up. Well, you might not feel well enough, have MW pick up for you and let her have a go with the vacuum. Especially if you have a little one. Bribe her to pick up.
    It helps to have T. help you at night when you are probably about to crash, but I know he has long hours.
    Once again, keep perspective. Do the next thing. Only what you need to do.
    Let the dogs in to eat the crumbs.
    Nobody offered me Zofran. guess I was missing out.
    Remember, no guilt trips about not doing enough with the other two right now. This is a short phase. No regrets. They don't need a lot to make them happy. Room time in the mornings. You need that time and it is so good for them. You are not their entertainer.
    A walk in the fresh air...even when you think you'll vomit will lighten your spirits.

  6. Awe Jenn I'm sorry you're so sick! I can't imagine being pregnant with little footsteps all over the house! I could hardly handle it WITHOUT any kids! And you're right-5 days from now it will be exactly a year... T3 screaming and MW falling off the bed and me and babyb studying for psychology...HA! love you very much let me know if I can do anything!

  7. Ok so I know this is an extremely long post but this encouraged me a couple weeks ago when I was feeling the same way! THisis from a blog called Crystal has two girls and one on the way so she is in the same boat as us!

    "A few weeks ago, I was feeling stressed and behind as we were trying to get ready on a Sunday morning for church. We were running late, the house was messy, the clothes we needed to wear were still drying in the dryer, and I was mentally "pulling my hair out" over everything.

    In the midst of my frustration, it was as if God whispered in my ear, "Cut yourself some slack and just rest in Me."

    Life isn't going to be in perfect order--especially in this season of life. There are sometimes going to be peanut butter and jelly fingerprints on the walls, messes on the floor, toys out of place, and laundry that is wet when we need it to be dry.

    This is life. Real life. It's not always in neat little beautifully-manicured boxes. God sees, He knows, He understands, and He has offered to His grace and strength to sustain me in the midst of my weakness and insufficiency.

    Truly, this is one of the greatest lessons I'm re-learning in new and greater ways during this third pregnancy. As I wrote to a friend who was recently sharing how overwhelmed she was feeling in "trying to do it all":

    My encouragement? You can't do it all, so don't even try! Otherwise, you'll run yourself ragged.

    Focus on glorifying the Lord, ask your husband what are his top two of three most important priorities for you in your life right now, and then let the non-essentials slide. (And what constitutes "non-essentials" will be different for every family since we all have different husbands, different children, and different homes.)

    Most importantly, give your struggles and frustrations up to the Lord. Ask Him for help, for grace, for strength, for Wisdom. And rest in Him and find your joy in Him.

    I think these are really the biggest things that have helped me to let go of my perfectionist, over-achieving tendencies, and be able to rest in the Lord--even when there's a big laundry pile, toys strewn about the floor, and a pile of dishes in the sink.

    "My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness..." (2 Corinthians 12:9)

    Jesus, I am resting, resting,
    In the joy of what Thou art;
    I am finding out the greatness
    Of Thy loving heart.
    Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
    And Thy beauty fills my soul,
    For by Thy transforming power,
    Thou hast made me whole.

    O, how great Thy loving kindness,
    Vaster, broader than the sea!
    O, how marvelous Thy goodness,
    Lavished all on me!
    Yes, I rest in Thee, Belovèd,
    Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
    Know Thy certainty of promise,
    And have made it mine.

    Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
    I behold Thee as Thou art,
    And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
    Satisfies my heart;
    Satisfies its deepest longings,
    Meets, supplies its every need,
    Compasseth me round with blessings:
    Thine is love indeed!

    Ever lift Thy face upon me
    As I work and wait for Thee;
    Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
    Earth’s dark shadows flee.
    Brightness of my Father’s glory,
    Sunshine of my Father’s face,
    Keep me ever trusting, resting,
    Fill me with Thy grace.

    Jesus, I am resting, resting,
    In the joy of what Thou art;
    I am finding out the greatness
    Of Thy loving heart.

    -Jean S. Piggot