Week 23: The waiting game

I'm super tired today.  Sugar-butt woke up at 12:17am and refused to go back to sleep until 3:00am.  Yep, I said 3am.  She thought it was play time.  We thought it was parent hazing.  Crank fest in full effect all day (for all of us).

Not to mention, that these days with the weather changing,  I've been really longing to get away from it all.  Pregnancy despite it's joys can sometimes feel like a jail sentence.  You can't do the things you normally do, your body is not your own...to them you belong...you give yourself away.  Shout out to William McDowell.

Last night I was pondering on this time of waiting and my constant restlessness in it. As I was laying in bed looking at the sky from my window God kindly dropped heavy revelation on me.  It takes 40 weeks for a baby to fully develop.  40.  In a 52 week time period. But even though it seems like cruel and unusual punishment  to have to go through the majority of a year before you get a release, there is purpose behind it.

While we complain about vomiting, skin issues, weight gain,  fatigue blah, blah, blah.... there is something major going on behind the scenes.  Things like vital organ development, genitalia forming, growing hair and protective covering, brain development, limb movement, swallowing, grip and startle reflexes, eyes opening...I mean that is some major stuff!  It feels like it takes forever and we want it to go faster, but surely we wouldn't be okay with a partially developed baby. Or a microwaved baby?  I mean microwaved may  mean it's cooked but I'm sorry it just doesn't look, feel or taste the same as when it's baked properly in an oven.  Anybody want a microwaved cake?   mmmn...cake!  Sorry, I digress.

What's my point in saying this?  There is purpose in waiting.  Just because it feels like nothing is happening, doesn't mean that nothing is happening.  God is doing some MAJOR stuff behind the scenes.  And we owe it to ourselves to be patient and wait until He's worked everything out and are prepared for the time when He is ready to give us what we're waiting for.  Doing so will ensure that we will receive an amazing blessing with no sorrow that is purposely designed just for us.

(Folks, don't play yourself and settle for a microwaved semi-blessing cuz you don't feel like waiting.  You will be sorry.)  

So if you're like me.... in a waiting season of your life, desperately looking forward to a release?  Understand that there is purpose in waiting; be grateful for the time it takes to develop the blessing, and rest assured that the day of delivery will be here soon.


Toodles~


Wenny

Week 22: I Tried it

It's 11:06am and it's already been an interesting day.

I woke up from a dream where I was telling my step mother off for being rude to my mother.  Odd dream.  I would never need to do that.  Certainly my mother can (and will) speak for herself.

I also woke up to the fetus doing round offs letting me know that I should probably eat.  Lazy me, I ignored it and went back to sleep.  (I mean who feels like eating at 6am?)

I woke up (again) at 7am and went about my normal morning routine and then all of a sudden.... "No it's not...wait I feel...uh oh, here it comes.......BAARF!"  Okay, so I need to eat.  Went downstairs and made myself a bowl of shredded wheat and I felt better.  Whew!

Thought about taking my meds, but I've been getting along the last few days without them, what's one more day, right?

Got in the car, started feeling it again...(uh no...) but I found a bag of Carolina Style BBQ chips in the arm rest.  SAVE!  I ate those til I got to my favorite Mickey Dees.  Got in the drive through line and it didnt budge.  (What is going on?) so I got out of the line, drove to a parking space and went in.

I waited in line.....................  " Hi can I take your order? " "Uh, yeah, lemme get a number 3 with a large OJ" McChick says "sorry the credit card machine is down"  (RATS!)

okay I can make it to work and go to the Mickey Dees near my job.

Got to work, ordered my food, parked.  Got to my desk...had to pee. Okay.  Get up, go to the ladies room.  Looked in the mirror ("Yikes! who is that????!!")  My cheeks were so dry and rashy it looked like a minor case of skinitzoitis (that's a made up diagnosis for drashy).  I splashed some water on my face and shrugged it off figuring it must be these preggo hormones going nuts again. 

Went back to my desk.  Took a few bites of my food.  (yuck not good today).  Drank my OJ.  Then out of nowhere...."no it's not...wait I feel...I can hold it...uh oh...BARRRF!" I failed to mention that "barrrf" is accompanied by a slight urine trickle or more than a trickle.  Isn't that thoughtful?

Welcome 22 weeks, I had no idea you'd make such a grand entrance!

I just took the last of my medicine cocktail and called in a refill.

Yep, I tried it.  Thought I could ween myself off of the meds since I was halfway through. Joke's on me.  This just lets me know that if I go more than two days without the cocktail, I should expect to be a barfy, pissy, missy.

To say the least...I'm going home early today so that I can collect myself.

Oh the adventures of pregnancy....


Toodles~

21 weeks, 6 days

I could list a thousand reasons as to why I should've started this blog sooner. But in an effort not to bore you with my whining about fatigue, being a mom of a toddler and my 2nd bout with Hyperemesis, I'll just say I feel that now is a better time to share my thoughts, feelings and emotions.

For those of you who are wondering who I am, my name is Wendy.  I'm a former (active) makeup artist currently on hiatus due to my "growing" situation.  I write from time to time to express my thoughts, and since I tend to have a lot of them these days, I might as well share.

Let's see...I guess i should start off by saying that if you haven't figured it already I'm pregnant (again).  I didn't write much about my first pregnancy because the Hyperemesis was so bad I could barely see straight let alone write.  Hyperemesis is pregnancy disease that causes severe nausea and vomiting.  Only 1% of women get it, and no this is not just your first trimester morning sickness, this is morning, afternoon, evening, every second sickness or otherwise referred to as morning sickness on steroids.  Yeah...it's that serious.  Anyways, thankfully it wasn't as bad this time around since I discovered the H.E.R foundation online, where I found a nice medicine cocktail that brought my vomiting to a screeching halt. Hallelujah! And now that I'm able to eat I feel like I've been blessed to enjoy this pregnancy and I am ever so grateful to the Almighty for that.

So how am I doing?  Not so bad.

Tomorrow I will be 22 weeks, so i'm more than halfway done.  I can't say I won't be glad when this is over though cuz that would be a lie.

I'm not super big.  I gained all of 15 lbs so far.  I really don't want to gain more than 30 lbs tops.  I mean who the heck wants to fight off 40, 50 or 60 lbs? Maybe it works for you Beyonce but, Not I! I already had a stack of clothes in my closet snickering at me from the aftermath of my first pregnancy.  That weight is hard to get off past the age of 30.

I'm hungry in this trimester but not super hungry.  I eat whatever the baby craves.  Shrimp pasta, vanilla greek yogurt, frosted shredded wheat, burrito bowls from chipotle (yum), crab cakes, collard greens (the baby likes salt) and my not-so-proud-of guilty pleasure of McDonalds sausage egg and cheese biscuit, Mcmuffin or Mcgriddles every morning.  (hides face in shame).

I don't always take my pre-natal gummies because sometimes the aftertaste makes me wanna barf.  I drink Oj, cranberry juice, green tea ginerale and coconut water (my new fav) to wash it all down.  Water is sometimey.  Some days good, some days barf.

I enjoy going home to my darling hubby, the good Minister D-Dub and my brown sugar diva Noey (short for Noelle).  She is almost 18 months and watching her grow and develop is amazing.  I especially like this phase of her life because she has become infatuated with her new bestie (mommy :) and mommy's growing tummy which she kisses and points to and says "baby?". I look at her and my heart melts when I think that she will be the big sister of our new edition which I will refer to as "pootie-too".

I try not to complain, but I do sometimes. That would be when I think about how my summer is shot since my due date is 9/25.  And days like today when I didn't feel like getting out of the bed to go to work to pretend to be a person.

Or when the laundry needs to get done, meals need to be cooked, daycare's need to be toured, bills need to be paid and love needs to be made all because I'm every woman, it's all in me.....

These are the days where I secretly long for a beach where I can put my feet in the sand or float away in the deep blue with no fears of sharks or jelly fish.  Whatever happened to the Calgon commercials?

So for now I'll just say I'm doing just fine :o) 

Toodles~