I'm wiped. Finding the energy just to keep my kid from pulling DVDs down on his head is difficult in the extreme. It doesn't help that he keeps fussing for no discernible reason, refusing to eat properly, and refusing to sleep in his crib.
I'm 7 weeks pregnant and absolutely miserable. Last night I made chicken curry for dinner, which was a long, arduous journey due to my son. (Sigh.) After I ate, I felt so sick. It's now some 28 hours later, and things haven't improved much. Apparently my edible naughty list includes spicy food, cheese, and eating too fast. Problem is, it's really hard to eat at a leisurely pace when I have a demanding 7 month old.
We weren't ready to get pregnant again. I feel so incredibly conflicted about all this--I love babies, this is my baby and it's great, but couldn't this have happened, oh, say, next summer? I still haven't worked all this out in my head, mostly because I haven't had time, and when I do have time I'm too exhausted or ill or having low blood sugar for my brain to line things up properly.
I had my job interview. It seemed to go quite well, although my being pregnant could throw a monkey wrench in the whole thing. I want to help earn money so we can become solvent again, and move out on our own, but I wouldn't mind being allowed to have my pregnant miseries in private. Can't have it all, I suppose.
Also, weaning? Totally sucks. I can't figure out how to turn the spigot off, so to speak. Bleck.
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