I am not a first trimester blogger. Not with that kind of nausea. I wasn't a first trimester anything. Not a mother, not a house cleaner, not an anything but lay on the couch and pray I don't throw up person. I have finally emerged from the nausea city and sadly entered winter cold land. Not to be confused with winter wonderland. All my kids got sick with colds or bronchitis or ear infections and I was blessed with a hacking cough and sinus infection. Thankfully, we made it through Christmas and we are all on the mend.
Now to face what has been neglected. Everything! Where do I begin. Baby books for the kids, or something more recent, like I can't find the school room. These are the things I contemplate these days. The to do list is so long. Wallpaper peeling, Christmas toys overflowing the playroom, outgrown baby clothes in the wash, dust everywhere, and tree with decorations needing to come down. A call to prayer, I tell ya. Everything a call to prayer. Cause what I really want to do is curl up in a ball on the floor and close my eyes, hoping that when I wake up, all I have neglected is neatly in order and clean.
I have my doctor appointment Thursday. I am 14 weeks. I pray everything is ok. This is the time when I feel nervous, that the baby may not be alive anymore. I am no longer nauseous and I can't feel the baby move yet. I really hate this in between time. Looking forward to hearing that little heartbeat.
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