Friday, March 11, 2011

preggo-coma

Does it sound bad to say that I forget I'm pregnant?  I forget almost on a moment by moment basis.  It's not until I see my reflection in the mirror (which is much less often these days) that I realize I am not the only one residing in this body.  It's not until I've hit a wall of exhaustion, while questioning my lack of 'normal' endurance, do I remember I'm hosting an extra life.  It's not until I'm pushing on my stomach to then feel something pushing back.

My first pregnancy was filled with awe.  Anticipation.  Excitement.  Heck, you remember, don't you?  I blogged about it daily!  Check my archives!  Check my word cloud!  Everything, and I mean everything, was tracked, honed, and written down.  It was all I could to not think about it.

How did I become so unaware?  How have I not really talked about it until now??

One word....
Annaleigh

It's comforting to know, though, that when I actually do recognize I'm pregnant in those moments, I'm beyond thrilled.  I can't seem to stop smiling.  I can't wait to be a mommy of two!  Until...Annaleigh turns the corner holding the cat's poo.

And I'm taken directly back to my 'preggo-coma'-like-state.

After Annaleigh is dealt with, hosed down, and redirected, I remember again.  17 weeks.  I cannot believe I am 17 weeks...pregnant.  It seems like it was only yesterday we found out.  I told a friend recently that I surprise myself to know I've already made it up and out of my 1st trimester.  Did that even happen?  I didn't even have time to think about how sick I was.  And I was.  And tired.  (I still am.  Tired, that is.)  I also told her, maybe that means the rest will fly by, too.  One can only hope.  Not that I don't enjoy being pregnant.  I'm just impatient.  If I don't have time to bask in the glow of knowing I'm pregnant, then I just want my baby.  That sounds so bad, doesn't it??    

Oh great.  Now Annaleigh is entertaining herself with a fun game of 'toilet-paper shredding'.  Seriously?!  One more mess of hers to go clean up.  Perfect.

Wait.  I'm what?....

1 comment:

  1. you look so cute pregnant...again! Kari

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