Time spent in the hospital for dehydration. Various changes of medication. Miserable days where I spend all hours hugging the toilet. Constant exhaustion and a coldness in my bones.
Such is my reality right now.
I am not a happy pregnant woman. But then, it’s hard to be under the circumstances.
I am looking forward to spring, when my misery is over. Yes, it is a future of no sleep, but that’s not much different than right now when I must wake up several times a night to pray to the porcelain gods. It’ll be sleeplessness and sleeplessness alone then. A vast improvement.
I am pleased to be pregnant with number two. At least in theory (pleased number 2 is coming, not so pleased that it couldn’t be the Husband’s turn to be pregnant). It’ll definitely be the start of a new adventure.