I’m slowly surfacing from the deep. I think.

Just thought I’d make an appearance. I’m in the process of thinking through some answers to a few questions some of you have asked. I’ll be posting my thoughts as soon as I can be on the computer for more than two minutes without getting nauseated.

There are a lot of well-intentioned people in the world. Many of them really want to eliminate as many pregnancy-related discomforts as possible. My husband is one. He’s exceptionally good to me and I appreciate that.

I just thought it might be helpful if I offered a little advice here, particularly to those of you who have not experienced pregnancy personally.

Be aware that the following statement will most likely not go over well:

“I don’t understand how there isn’t anything that sounds good to eat. Do you think it might just be in your head?”

Hmmm….now that you mention it…NO, I DON’T THINK IT’S ALL IN MY HEAD! Do you know why? Because if I was going to “put something in my head” I most certainly would not plant the thought that every food known to man was going to make me hurl. No, instead I would “put in my head” the thought that food is glorious—all of it—and I should eat as much as I want, whenever I want. Why? Because I’m pregnant and THAT’S ONE OF THE FEW PERKS OF BEING PREGNANT. And I deserve it too because why? Because I. AM. MAKING. A. HUMAN. BEING. So, until you do likewise, off me.

Just my 2 cents.

I am a bit overwhelmed, in a good way, by all the congratulations, prayers and well wishes I’ve received in response to my last post. Thank you. Really. (I’m also grateful for all your suggestions regarding nausea, even though none have worked—no offense).

Perhaps I need to get pregnant more often and announce it on my blog because all the feedback both online and off has really boosted by ego—I mean, I’m beginning to think you actually care about me. Mostly I just can’t believe you actually read my blog. I’m so sarcastic, cynical, pessimistic and critical. You can’t possibly leave this site feeling uplifted, can you? Geez, I even depress myself.

1. About the tooth. Much to my surprise, my daughter endured the pain while Brian yanked that not-yet-ready tooth out. Apparently the lure of the tooth fairy’s cash was simply too much to resist.

2. Kindergarten started today. We all like it. It’s a good thing.

3. Not that I have to point it out, but I haven’t been very regular in my posting activity as of late. Still, many of you have been very kind to write comments and send me emails over the last few weeks. Ordinarily I would do my best to respond to each one, but I haven’t. The reason, my friends, is that I’m sick and tired. And the reason I’m sick and tired is because I’m pregnant. For most of you that may be a nice, but hardly earth-shattering piece of news. After all, women get pregnant all the time. For others of you, you’re either:

• shocked—because I’ve been so adamant about being “done” after two
• angry—because you had to read the news on my blog and not hear it in person
• amused—because it just so happens that I have two cousins and a sister who have also just revealed their pregnant status. Moreover, all four of us are due within a month of each other. In fact, my sister and I are due 2 days apart. I don’t know what it was, but apparently there was a whole lotta lovin’ goin’ on in July.

At any rate, I’d just like to say that my posting will continue to be sporadic until I get through this first trimester of constantly-hungry-but-nothing-sounds-good, nauseated-all-the-time, willing-to-give-my-right-eye-for-just-a-two-hour-nap stage. So, I’ll apologize now for not responding to all the comments you nice people leave. I do read them all and am completely stoked that there are actually people in this world who read these ramblings of mine.

By the way, I’m offering a substantial reward to anyone who can suggest something that REALLY gets rid of the nausea.

Last week’s posts were a bit sparse so I thought it wise to throw somethin’ up here otherwise I would most certainly get a phone call from my dear aunt—”Write some more on your blog so I have something to read.” In addition, writing this post is an act of procrastination. I have to do the bulletin for church tomorrow and it’s just not my favorite thing. I can think of about 59 other things I’d rather be doing on a Saturday night.

So, here I sit. As I write, Brian is bathing the kids—a task that I’m always grateful he does, despite how painful the whole process is. It’s hair-washing night and for my daughter, that’s always traumatic. Combing her hair is like trying to comb out dreadlocks. My son, on the other hand, enjoys harassing his sister in any way as to get a decent-sized reaction from her, which, doesn’t take much. I just heard my husband say, “Get your foot out of her face!”

The other thing I hear going on in there is a potential tooth-pulling. My daughter has a loose tooth. I personally don’t think it’s loose enough to come out, but I’m keeping my mouth shut. She’s crying, “It’s going to hurt!” Brian’s saying, “Do you want me to try?” She says, still crying, “But I think it’s going to hurt.” Brian’s not forcing her, in fact he’s saying, “Maybe we should wait until it’s looser. Do you want to wait? Why don’t we wait.” She says, still crying, “But I want to get more money [from the tooth fairy].” Oh, I feel her pain.