8w1d

So this week has been interesting. We started off at the OB’s office for our first appointment which included an early ultrasound of the bean. The scan went great, all looks on track and we even saw {but didn’t hear} the beating of little d4’s heart. Presh! Naturally, the older brothers were excited to see the pictures of the baby. That is, until they actually saw them and thought we had lost our minds because, surely, we didn’t think that blob resembled a baby?!?

Move ahead two days later to where I experienced probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. As I was walking down the preschool hallway at church before our Wednesday night Missions class, my heel got caught in the bottom of my pant leg and I went down. I can’t even imagine how ungraceful it looked to the many innocent bystanders but in my mind, I saw it like this….



Honest to goodness, folks, I don’t get embarrassed by much. When you have loud boys like mine who speak everything that their little minds think {and usually in public}, you just seem to form a bit of a ‘Whatever!’ opinion and learn to laugh stuff off.  However, this was awful. I remember seeing it happen in slow motion but seriously thinking it was a dream. 

I’m fine, the bean is fine {or so I assume} but it will take some time before I’m giggling when the memory comes to mind. For those who saw it, that is who I really am. PS - I'll be burning the perps that caused my fall.  {i.e. cute black heels}

But guess what? The next day, I popped up* out of bed and participated in the best team-building activity EVER with our staff. It was called the Greater Greenville Race and was a bit of a scavenger hunt in downtown G’ville that ended with lunch and prizes for the winners {that would be our splendid team that took 2ND PLACE!}. I swear we walked 5 miles in that 90-minute span of time but it was so much fun! See, TobyMac, I did get back up again!

So I should probably clarify the above *verb*. I may have been a little optimistic on my choice of words. Popping up out of bed actually means rolling out with lots of yawns, groans and sighs…and that’s when I actually sleep in my bed. As of late, I am experiencing some awesome morning sickness that actually means early morning sickness {i.e. 1am}. I have the overwhelming feeling of barfing but nothing comes out. It just sits in my throat. What kind of twisted torture is this kid playing on me?

Because of this mess, I’m not able to lay flat so I have to take it to the couch, where the tushy gives a bit more than my rock-hard mattress. I’m really over this. No, really. Who has time for nausea, not to mention the headaches, dizziness, bloating, fatigue and other stuff that goes with these wonderful issues? I’ve got meals to make, carpets to clean, boys to bathe. I just want to eat and eat A LOT, without everything making me sick. I want my pregnancies back from d's 1-3.

Can we now discuss my limited wardrobe from being in this awkward, in-between stage? I’ve pretty much got five outfits that I can comfortably {and appropriately} wear to work before I go full maternity, three of which are accessorized with a jean jacket. And this mess of a hair? Yep, it will probably be up in this low, wet pony-tail every morning until my personal stylist, the fabulous Delecta Rollins, forbids it and gives me a ‘do that requires zero effort. Except that doesn’t exist for my frizzy fro.

I really don’t want to sound like a Debby Downer but this part of pregnancy is ROUGH. My poor boys have been great. After I pick them up from school and we do homework together, I curl up in my normal spot on the couch while they battle each other in Mario Kart around Mommy’s limp body until Dallas gets home, whispering, ‘Do you think she’ll ever not be tired?’ to each other. Sad face but I can’t help it. I promise, boys. It won’t be like this for long, says Darius Rucker.