I am so freaking sick I could die. Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but I feel horrible. I know, I know, it'll be worth it in the end, but jeez. If men had to experience morning sickness there would be a cure by now. I took a sick day today and just laid around moaning and groaning.
That is, in between chasing Izzy everywhere. Today, among the various forbidden items I fished out of his mouth were: dog food, cat food, an ancient earring back, and glass. That's right - GLASS. BROKEN SHARDS OF GLASS! I nearly panicked getting it out of his mouth. He had knocked a picture off a table, and I didn't realize immediately that the glass had shattered. When I noticed, I was carrying him, so I decided to come back and get it. AND I FORGOT. Isn't that terrible??
My mind is like a sieve with really giant holes. This pregnancy has been rough already, so it must be a boy. Anyhow, Chris is now putting Izzy to bed, so this is the first break I've had all day. It's been fun overall, but could I do it full time? I don't know. I'm completely worn out. I really admire stay at home mom's. No one appreciates the amount of work they do.
Speaking of a lack of appreciation, I asked Chris to pick me a Frosty tonight from Wendy's. I craved them with Izzy, and since I'm so nauseas, I thought it might go down easy. He says to me, "I think you're overplaying your hand already." EXCUSE ME??? He had it too easy last time. I never had him run out to get anything for me. Ever. My sister Micki just called and I told her what had just happened and she said, "WHAT? He would never go out for anything the first time! Do you want me to pick one up for you?" Isn't she sweet? She has two kids of her own, so she knows what it's like. Of course, Crystal also picked me up some pepperoni rolls today on her way home, which was very sweet too. My sisters rock.
Besides that, since I don't feel like fixing any dinner tonight, he would have sat here for another hour and decided to run out anyways. I asked him to take Izzy with him, and suddenly he HAD to put Izzy to bed before he went out. I don't know what his aversion is to ever taking Izzy anywhere with him alone. He will never do it unless he has to. Drives me nuts. He acts like any time he spends with Izzy is doing a favor for me, rather than just his fatherly duty.
Anyhow....I'm sorry I've been so gripey the last few days. I just feel bad, and until I start showing, Chris just can't accept that I'm really pregnant. But things will get better.
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