Fabulous Miss S.

Because solo parenting nearly killed me dead

After almost a full week of solo parenting I'm tuning in here to let ya'll know I'm still alive.  Every moment I turned around this week to like, put something int he garbage or let the dog out in the yard, I looked back to find Noah standing on a stray chair, or, the kitchen table playing with the salt he dumped out of the salt shaker.  It was constant rescue-mode all week. 

I actually sat down a few times to write something or answer an email and Zzzzz........... I ended up working on the increasingly large drool-rash on the left side of my chin.

Last night I was asleep by this time.  After I put Noah to bed, start the dishwasher, let the dog out, and clean the litter box it's after 9pm and that means SLEEP NOW PLEASE!

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I'm working my way through the tenth week of this pregnancy I'm not stupid enough to say that the morning sickness is over but it is definitely waning quite a bit.  I am able to eat larger meals and I'm much less grossed out by food and smells in general.  As far as body shape goes I'm all over the map. This afternoon I was laying flat on the sidewalk so a neighborhood kid could trace my body outline in chalk and make me look like a hip deformed gout-ridden pin head and while doing so, I commented out loud that my stomach was quite flat, almost concave!  But within the hour I ate a big dinner and soon looked at least five months pregnant, with a bloated round belly protruding out in front of my all grotesque and rude like.

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Speaking of drool rashes, I need to go work on equaling it out on the other side of my chin.
More soon, promise.

Nine and a half weeks

I'm pushing ten weeks into this pregnancy and food has become something more akin to a friend and far less of a foe in these most recent days. 

While I'm still very much at the mercy of even the slightest suggested craving I am also eating a diverse group of foods, many of which contain actual organic nutrients, like those bits of onion in the Heluva Good French Onion Dip.

I actually had some good energy today which was quite refreshing.  I vacuumed the entire house and walked three miles.  It's also 8:20pm and I'm heading up to bed in about five minutes, so you know, find success where you can.

I'm hoping that eating is going to become more enjoyable and less of a thing I do to keep from feeling so ill that food becomes grotesque.