Hi, boys and girls, it’s me, Supa! I’m emerging from my huddle on the couch to say, I’m pregnant again! Couldn’t be more excited about a new baby. Kind of already over the pregnant thing, but I’ll put that down to the eternal, ever-present queasiness. Illustrated: I walked in the door last week and immediately retched, simply because my dear husband had fried chicken a few hours earlier. Made him feel like a great cook. I am so over this already.
Yeah so, that’s where I have been: hiding with my eyes closed, trying to sleep my way out of the nausea, but it isn’t working.
I am exhausted and of course I already can’t sleep through the night to save my life. Last night I woke at 1 a.m. to find Owen in my bed; I made him get out and visit the bathroom and was about to put him back in his own bed when he confessed that the reason he was in my bed in the first place is because his was covered in chunks of vomit. Surprise, Mom! You can imagine what a good time I had cleaning that one up.
If it’s not a fragrant pile of barf, it’s my own indigestion, or my bladder, or my husband’s snoring, or Cormac making some pretty surreal middle-of-the-night inquiries. I am resigned already to setting aside “sleep” as I once knew it until Short Round hits his or her first birthday (September 2011, not that I’m counting).
Things that make me want to barf:
- smells
- remembering smells
- thinking about something I once smelled
- imagining I can smell something
- smelling, basically.
- Smell smell smell.
I can’t even enter my kitchen without my hand over my nose. Neither can I identify the source of whatever it is in there that’s punching me in the upchuck center. (Admittedly, it could be my colorful imagination). All I crave is soup from Panera, with maybe a few hard candies for dessert. I indulged my craving for gummy bears earlier in the week and my insides revolted. Lesson learned.
Anyway, I know it’s kind of early to share this news, but I have a good feeling about little Short Round, and the only way I’ll be able to emerge from my huddled, gut-wrenching coccoon is if I am permitted to complain about it vigorously for about, oh, seven and a half more months.
(Bam! Told you I had updates!)
Congratulations!! This news is still making me smile! Well, not that you’re feeling sick, but the fact you’re bringing a new lil’ Supa into this world. Can’t wait!
best news ever.
amazing! Congratulations, my friend.
Congratulations!! And, completely and totally envious!
Congratulations, you brave soul!
i am over the moon excited for you - congratulations!
Ooooh!! Congratulations!
So sorry to hear you haven’t been feeling well. Were you this miserable in your previous two pregnancies?
This entry made me laugh so hard. I almost threw up from laughing. There is just something so horribly funny about barf. My siblings and I used to be able to make each other laugh just listing code words for barf (calling Ralph on the big white phone, worshiping the porcelain goddess, etc.). That said, I’m awfully sorry to hear about all the nausea in your life lately. But really, is Owen just trying to help you write great stories? He barfed and then you had to deal with it at 1 a.m.? I totally forgot that kids throw up a lot. Aside from the nausea, Owen’s barftastic mid-night adventure is the part of your announcement that reminded me to ignore my uterus do her envy dance. (My hormones demand a child. My life does not.) Anyway, congrats, MB. You are awesome and I can’t wait to find out what great stories this pregnancy and baby bring you.
yay! The throwup - not so yay
Congrats!! How exciting is this?!?! And also, I’ve been bestowing the knowing words of my aunt upon everyone I know who is pregnant(and already have 2 boys): the FOURTH one is a girl. ;o) Don’t know if I want to find out if the prophecy is true yet… but way to go! Can’t wait to read all about him or HER.
Wowzers! Congrats, Supa!
Ok, I can’t help myself; I’m commenting here too. Congratulations!!! I can’t wait to see what sort of creative nose plugs you craft up for the Etsy shop. He he.
Congratulations! I hope the smelly thing goes away soon and that you’re feeling better. So exciting!
Hey! Congratulations! That’s great news.
Short Round, huh? Wasn’t Owen “Beaner” or something like that? I don’t remember hearing a name for Mac.
All my congrats!!!
Yes, Mac was “Flipper!”
Thanks, everybody! I wrote this post and promptly fell asleep. (Laughing all the while at Etsy-crafted nose plugs).
You’re my hero. Congratulations!
oh yay! new baby! congratulations!
Oh I’m so happy for you guys! Get some of those nose plugs if you think they would help!
Congratulations!! You make beautiful babies.
(I’m pregnant, too! And thank god, mostly over the queasiness. Poor babe.)