I’ve had so much to say lately, but so little energy. I just haven’t been able to force any blog posts out. I hardly know where to start with catching up, but I guess there’s one obvious place—I’m pregnant. I’ll be 10 weeks on Tuesday.
This turn of events was quite a shock to my system. Emotionally, I was all over the map. My husband and I hadn’t yet decided whether or not we wanted a second child, but were both learning toward not. Now the decision had been made for us. Both of us reacted with a sort of disbelief. Everything indicated that we were pregnant, but it wasn’t until I saw the ultrasound that I really accepted it, and I think my husband is still having a hard time wrapping his head around this new fact of our lives.
And then there’s the physical aspect of it. I was immediately nauseous, plagued with digestive problems, and fatigued. I spent hours at a time on the couch, too tired and sick to move. I’m feeling a little better, but on some days exhaustion still sneaks out of nowhere to drag me down, and the digestive issues just won’t stop. I felt great during most of my first pregnancy, so at least there is the hope that I’ll get better soon.
My belly is growing fast. I barely showed during the first 3-4 months with Marshall, but this time, for anyone with the will to see, I’m noticeably pregnant. We’re not planning to announce it at Marshall’s birthday party, but there’s a chance the news will come out anyway. If it does, it does.
For the record, we’re hoping for a girl. It’s our last shot at a daughter and my parents’ last shot at a granddaughter. That doesn’t mean we’d be upset about a boy, though. We’ll take what we get and be happy.
So now I’ve broken that big piece of news. It feels good to get it out. Maybe now I can get some other blog posts written. Wish me the energy!