Feelin’ knocked up

So, yeah, I haven’t been writing much. The first trimester is kicking my arse. Our day goes something like this:

6:45 a.m. Violet calls “Maaaama!” I lay in bed weakly munching a bit of rice-cake and sipping water while Rob gets her out of her crib.

7 a.m. Yes, it takes me 15 minutes to battle my stomach before I can get up. I sneak off to the kitchen to make cereal before Miss Leggy McCling finds me. Then we watch Sesame Street. Usually Rob takes her for a jog during this time. This is when I take the fastest shower ever, throw on some clothes and try to stop looking green.

8 a.m. Daddy leaves. (Noooooo!!!) I lay on the floor and let Violet watch too much TV. Thankfully she’s not terribly interested. We usually go outside. I sweat. Violet tries to eat plants and swim in the water table.

9 a.m. Must. Go. Somewhere. The gym, preschool, playgroup, the park. Just somewhere, before our heads explode.

11 a.m.-12:30 p.m. Come home. Give Violet food, a bath (or hose her off in the backyard), books, milk, nap. I fly around the house doing dishes, laundry, prepping dinner, maybe shower, repack diaper bag, etc. Usually I have some kind of editing job I need done yesterday.

1:30 p.m. Fall into a coma on the sofa.

2:30 p.m. “Maaaaama!” Diaper, snack, outside.

3:30 p.m. See 9 a.m.

5:30 p.m. Come home, feed the girl. Try to start dinner with Miss Clingy McWhine underfoot. Resort to Baby Crack, I mean, Baby Einstein.

6:00 p.m Lay on the floor.

6:30 p.m. Rob comes home. We eat. Violet tries to sit on my lap at the dinner table.

7:00 p.m. I give Violet a bath. I do this because it’s easier for me to sit on the bathroom floor rather than clean up the food I can barely look at. Rob does this.

7:30 p.m. Hand off a squeaky clean and diapered baby to Rob and go hide in the office where I edit or prepare a lesson plan for my Saturday class.

8:00 p.m. Clean up the rest of the house. Rob goes back to work in the home office.

9:00 p.m Brain shuts down.

10:00 p.m Rob finds me asleep on the couch and sends me to bed.

10:00 p.m. – 6:45 p.m. Sleep. Get up to pee about fifty trillion times. Why is the house so hot?

Actually, I see glimmers of hope. Aside from Rob being the best husband ever, Violet is able to entertain herself for long minutes at a time, and the morning sickness is getting ever so slightly better each day. Currently I’m wondering if I’ll get that second trimester spurt of energy. And if I do, will I notice? Or will Violet steal it?

5 responses to “Feelin’ knocked up”

  1. Rob L.

    Fairly certain she’ll steal it. But it’ll still be better than you’ve been feeling lately.

    – RL, blushing at the “best husband ever” shout-out

  2. jrb

    Po’ Cheris!

  3. Granny

    Pobrecita…I’ll help as much as possible! LOVE!!

  4. Granny

    I took a nap every day when I was preggy with Joe…of course it was easier because you didn’t function at warp speed 24-7 like Miss Energizer Bunny Violet does. You are truly a super-mom!!

  5. Claire Gierwatowski

    Also knocked up with a one-yr old. Spent much of my first trimester mornings lying on the floor. Daddy left for work before one yr old woke. Can desperately relate to your 9:am remark with repeat at 3 ish.
    Feel for you baby. Now in the third trimester, the need for sleep is everpresent with Missy McCling making making her grand entrance and homework severely sidelined. The upside to that second semester energy, that yes, Violet will steal, is that you will be in a much better disposition to yield it.

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