Half Mental

I have all these amazing friends and Pinterest pictures telling me how easy it is to eat vegetables, but I let myself get to the brink of starvation and eat an oatmeal creme pie to tie me over until the macncheese is done. A problem? Yes, mom I need you pronto. But ugh everything else just sounds awful right now (if I have to make it). I really want someone to make me a chicken pot pie. It's got veggies in there.

Top symptoms: fatigue, increased appetite yet a hate/love relationship with food, a billion bathroom breaks, heavy stomach, stuffy/dry nose causing morning gag reflexes and lack of needed oxygen, and then there is acne which hasn't been a problem since I was nursing Lexi. At least the indigestion has died down some. And I'm all talk about how different it seems this time around, but then I read this post when I was 12 weeks with Lexi and I'm all = nothing has changed, I'm so glad I blogged. I was much more entertaining back then. 

My husband always thinks our emotional and physical pain is at least half mental weakness. Pregnancy is no different, i.e. (and I quote) "you need to move past your stomach". OH NO HE DIDN'T but maybe he is right . . . like a tiny bit. But guess what, I'm going to slack on a lot of the little things because I need to. I think he should view it as how spoiled he is the rest of the time - someone always doing your laundry (not forgetting to take them out of the dryer so they don't wrinkle), having meals that involve more than a couple of cans, a magic toilet that cleans itself, floors that don't house crumbs... I mean, it's a luxury and I took some of that away from you for the past 2 months, don't exaggerate the 1st month when we had no idea what was going on then. I'm spoiled too I know - I don't have to work 10 hour days in a stuffy office with all the pressure on my shoulders. I do office work here and there with a lot less pressure. Alexis is cute so how can I even call her work. And the house, it practically cleans itself and pops food out of the oven. But really, I'm sorry you came home to unwind and we have a hard time giving that to you. 

I mean the ability to read in silence and exist but not exist on anyone's to do list - it ended when you got married and it go malled over when you had kids. I'm all "how was that 5 minutes of peace - good enough? Cause I need your help peeling potatoes and I already cleaned a poo diaper today so it's your turn." Yep, that's how it usually goes. Because even if it's true that men unwind in their own thoughts and women unwind in their own words, you have to receive my words or you'll never get your peace. Mr Smith thinks he won't get it even if he tried so he doesn't... this is our predicament. 

Also to note, we will be disappointed if it's not a boy again. I'm not sure I can help it. But we won't know until the 20 week ultrasound. We loved having Lexi girl though so it's not like we won't get over it, but as pictured above, we are ready to have a little brother.

We are only {14 weeks}