I'm not actually talking about the sauce. I don't even eat Prego spaghetti sauce. I'm more of a Ragu kind of girl. It's cheaper than making it myself and the Garden Combination taste pretty darn good. But that is beside the point, I'm getting distracted here!
Prego as in pregnant. Yeh, I'm putting it out there again for the world to know. It's risky but I'm finally passed the miscarriage stage and honestly my belly just won't let me keep it a secret anymore. It might look as if I had my fine share of Prego sauce with all the fixin's and dessert to go along. It's embarrassing. Too many women at this time are pregnant along with me and if we were in a race for who can get larger the fastest I would have already passed them up. . . even if they are all ahead of me in the actual pregnancy. I'm going for the walrus look.
Despite the fact that I am HUGE it's not all my fault. We all need to blame this stuff on something. Even though that goes against everything I teach my children. I had to do that progesterone stuff again. Just imagine me rolling my eyes and gagging while I'm writing this. That's how I feel about that cursed hormone. I had to take it for 8 weeks and gained a good bloated 8 pounds to show for it! I have pity for all women who have had to take this while pregnant. Heck, I have a great respect for all those women who even get sick during their pregnancies without any meds being the cause. This is my first experience.
It must be a girl. It's crossed my mind. I'm coping with the fact. But honestly, it's still a sour subject. I'd rather not talk about it.
Now I'm happily off the drug, slightly slowing down in weight gain (I've asked my doctor twice if I'm having twins) and slowly regaining my energy. I sit here and think of my amazing friend Noelle who just ran a half marathon at 7 months pregnant and I'm just trying to find the will-power to clean my bathrooms.
The other issue is gestational diabetes. They are words that make me nervous and want to cry at the thought. I'm pregnant and emotionally unstable so the tears are excused. I had it for the last 3 weeks with my last pregnancy causing me to be tested at 10 weeks this time around. Yuck is all I can say. I failed the 1 hour but gratefully passed the 3 hour. I actually did cry tears of happiness. I even bought a box of doughnuts to celebrate. I will pay for that, no doubt. I have to be re-tested at 20 weeks. The thought makes me want to go buy more doughnuts!
After all my complaining no wonder Jarom wants to be done. I tell him no way. But this time around I know it's been hard. My kids have seen me become worthless, sick, and grouchy to say it nicely. I've been an emotional nut. Maybe all those years of trying to control my moods from seven brothers each month is finally all coming out at once. My poor family. Like I said, it is getting better, I promise.
What do the scriptures say? And it came to pass. . .
1 comment:
I so feel your pain. I had to take it with all 3 of my girls, and boy Danny could barely handle the last one too, it was rough. plus it was my first pregnancy having an autoimmune disorder, not so fun when you have arthritis pains and can't take any meds for it. wow, what we go through to have these children! good luck! we're happy for yall.
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