Parenting teamed with a healthy dash of pregnancy, is something I would say is: challenging, tiring and a little sprinkling of: please don't destroy things while I have a little cry over here.
I had a few days, where I wondered if I drew pot-luck in the pregnancy lotto. That's my tongue, firmly in my cheek there. I spent a good 20 weeks, in a toilet side vigil. Every single cell in my body hurt. My eyeballs even felt weird. Medication didn't really help. So I rode it out. I recently saw severe morning sickness described as: food poisoning that never ends.
Enter stage left: pelvis of doom. Can we talk friend to friend for a second? Because I can only explain it as: Hot pokers up my hoo-hah and hip joints that have me thinking I am the Tin Man. My osteo is helping this lovely predicament, and I can only say.. please just make me a cup of tea and warm up my wheat bag.
But inside, calling womb-service every 15 minutes.. Is the Miss Sparkles.
Soda water makes her crazy. She is quite partial to Beef Strog at the minute. She likes to join into family conversations by kicking my nether regions quite swiftly. Heart burn is a new fun addition to this mix and I may be sleeping on a pillow mountain.
EG likes to check my pregnancy app to see what size fruit she is. She likes to plan what she will do with Sparkles when she is here. When they are older, they are going out for their own cake & coffee at the cafe I go to with my sister.
Bless.
It's an epically crazy time. Some days, as a run my hands through my hair for the 80th time.. I think: How can I do this all again tomorrow? But some how you do. You go into survival mode.
Because, my motto is: Bloom, where you are planted.
Even if those blooms are sometimes get trodden on, you can always find some beauty if you look hard enough.
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