Talimena Drive
California Dreamin’
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| Image found on Pinterest. |
Happy Campers
Several weeks ago, Adam and I went camping. I am not much of an outdoorsy person, but Adam totally is, so I packed my little suitcase (you never know what you’ll need!) and went along for the ride. We didn’t go to an actual camping ground. Instead, we just drove along public land on a creek bank until we found a good spot. The good thing about that was how secluded and quiet it was. The bad thing about that was how there were no bathroom facilities. Zip. Zero. Zilch. I was about 15 weeks pregnant. Not the greatest idea! However, we were only about 30 minutes from home, so I knew that if I got really sick, we could just head on back. Things went mostly well until about halfway through the second day. It got a little hotter than we expected, which added to my nausea, so we had to cut the trip a little short. Other than that, it was a fun time! We took the kayaks out, roasted marshmallows, and were entertained by a friendly fox. With our lives so focused on preparing to bring Annie home lately, we’ve been trying to make extra effort to focus on each other and do things that will be a little harder with a baby around next year. It was so nice to be away from cell phone towers and civilization in general and spend some time together.
Four Simple Goals
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| From a couple of weeks ago: Adam and the dogs were hunting, and I tagged along for pretty photos. |
Elsie of A Beautiful Mess posted about making and meeting four simple goals. She inspired her readers to do the same, so here I am! These goals are for the month of November. If you see me, you can ask how they’re going and help keep me accountable. 😉 I’ll post at the end of the month and share how things went.
Dear Baby: Week 19
The Horror That is the First Trimester
This was not always the case.
Let’s get real here (hashtag realtalk). The first trimester was not a beautiful thing, like so many claim that pregnancy is. Yes, I was starting to grow a new life. Yes, I was already falling in love with my child. But I couldn’t feel that child. I only knew I was pregnant because I was either throwing up or trying not to throw up all day, er’yday. And that’s not normal, non-preggo behavior, y’all.
It hit when I was about seven weeks, which is also when I found out I was pregnant. I’d been hoping for that sickness to come for months, so at first I was happy. So very naive. Don’t get me wrong; we have been completely and totally thrilled since we realized we were expecting (please see my first Dear, Baby post).
But then one day, Adam asked if I wanted mayonnaise, which I normally love, on my sandwich. I lost it. I barely made it to the toilet, which I then hugged tightly during a violent lose-my-guts sesh. I walked shakily back to the kitchen, where Adam was waiting. We exchanged a what-are-we-even-doing look, and then we burst out laughing. We’re on our way to becoming parents. It’s scary. And exciting.
So the nausea was ugly, but I learned to manage it. Sometimes, I’d still have a moment when I would lose my lunch, but I learned that if I could just keep something in my stomach, it was better. And now, I’m sick, but not violent sick. There is now a light at the end of the tunnel.
And then, there was the fatigue. You associate being sick with pregnancy. I wasn’t expecting the fatigue! I would barely make it through work, come home and fall asleep, maybe make it up for dinner, and then go back to bed. Poor Adam. I barely saw him in the waking hours, and I definitely wasn’t cooking. Raw meat? Are you joking? How about Cheez-It’s for dinner? Yes, again. He handled my tired phase like a complete champ. It’s not like when you don’t get enough sleep. It’s like you haven’t slept in three years but you’re also sleeping all the time and you just don’t even care because you still feel like you haven’t slept in three years. It’s a vicious cycle. And it’s gone now (super duper thankful) but I’m definitely still sneaking naps in whenever possible.
So, yeah. We’ve come a long way in a few short weeks. I’m not constantly puking. I can get by without multiple naps a day. We’ve been able to see our baby several times. Seeing those little hands and feet and nose makes every bit of the above horror worth it, a million times over. I’m incredibly thankful I was chosen to carry this child, and if I have to be sick and tired for a few weeks, I’m still getting the better end of this deal.


















