I haven't written on my blog in so long that I almost forgot the address to it. But, for some reason I feel inspired to let you all know that I feel horrible. I only ever feel like sleeping. I don't feel like wearing clothes because their too uncomfortable. I don't want to eat anything at all, and I definitely don't feel like thinking.
I guess that's what your fourth pregnancy will do to you.
The weird thing is that my other pregnancies went so smoothly that it surprised even me. Sure I was tired and hungry with Julia, Lydia and Saige, but once I slept or ate, I mostly felt better. These days when I eat, I usually feel worse. Yuck.
I must be too old to be pregnant. Pregnancies in your 20's and pregnancies in your 30's are night and day.
When I was pregnant with Julia and Lydia, I loved eating soup and salad, and enjoyed ice cream sometimes in the evenings. This pregnancy, eggs sound kinda gross even though I used to eat them every morning. Meat sounds gross, except for chicken, depending on how it's cooked. Sweets make my stomach roll. I think I'm pregnancy-lactose-intolerant...if that's even a thing, and salads sound wilty. Lettuce tastes like dirt.
We have small group at our house on Monday nights. Cleaning is so much more difficult when you feel constantly motion sick. I mention that we have small group because one of our very kind group members decided to share moose meat with us tonight as a special treat. He went hunting in AK a few weeks ago. Normally this would be a huge treat to me because I grew up eating and loving moose meat steaks. But this time around, the moose roast cooking in my kitchen (which smells just like beef roast) smells like disgustingness. Maybe the moose hamburgers and moose sausages will be more palatable. Maybe not. But my stomach is currently growling while my gag instincts are reflexing.
Thankfully, despite my inability to think clearly, God granted me the blessing of passing my North Dakota real estate exam on Saturday. My saltines and I were very excited. And my family was oh so sweet and proud. With the way I've been feeling, I know God had a huge part in it. (I seriously thought I was going to have to be sick during the test, but I made it out of the test just in time. And my saltines and I were happily reunited.) I am so thankful I don't have to study this week because even Lydia told me I was acting a little spacey during home school the other day. Lydia is adorable and is also my most spacey child. (Takes one to know one.)
Anyway, I am so excited about this pregnancy (if you couldn't tell) but really looking forward to my second trimester where nesting and energy abound, right? Right.
I need to text Dave. I just realized I might be able to stomach some cottage cheese (despite the lactose intolerance). But we don't have any. I hope he can grab me some on the way home before my food aversion kicks in, and I change my mind and realize it sounds oh so disgusting.
Thanks for stopping by! Love ya! -Amber
