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| Last time I was pregnant- on the right with the extra poofy feathers |
Overwhelmed by my schoolwork.
Overwhelmed by my children.
Overwhelmed by my pregnancy.
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| Last time I was pregnant, I could participate in weddings with alpacas and homemade wine. |
"Why is it so much harder this time?"
Well, today I finally figured it out. It's harder this time because EVERYTHING is harder this time.
Last time, I may have been pregnant with twins, but I wasn't in school. And most importantly, I didn't have any children. I had two jobs to do, to move and settle my home, and to be pregnant. Yes, it involved a subchorionic hematoma. Yes, it involved SPD and a few gall bladder related trips to the hospital. But still, it was the only thing I needed to do.
Once we had moved, M lost his job and suddenly not only was I constantly assisted in both of those tasks by my favorite person in the world. they were still the only jobs that I had.
Now?
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| Last time I was pregnant, we could get away with friends for the weekend |
And on top of all of that, this time around I'm dealing with regular mole removals, with dietary and health problems, and with all of the drama that comes with changing insurance companies two times during the course of a pregnancy. Yes, getting $2K bills for ultrasounds is enough to give pretty much anybody heartburn. And of course, I still have the SPD.
So as I sat on my couch, willing my children to go to sleep and just be quiet, and wishing that somebody would magically bring me a root beer float, I realized...
It IS harder. I'm NOT crazy. I'm NOT lazy. I'm NOT somehow much older and weaker and less able to handle being pregnant.
I would be exhausted and stressed and borderline insane even if I weren't *also* pregnant. And yet, here I am. Also pregnant.
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| Last time I was pregnant, we could catch a ballgame |
I am going to give myself a little slack for sitting down and weeping on the couch into my Girl Scout cookies.
This is hard. School is hard. Toddlers are hard. Never seeing your husband is hard. Having skin cancers is hard. And being pregnant is hard.
And doing it all at the same time?
Well...
On that note, I'd like to apologize for the lack of posts so far this week. And that the lack shall continue. You see, Friday is Passover.
And because I had so much free time and energy and all, I decided to host my family seder.
(Really, there was more to it than that. With Passover starting on a Friday night in the buildup to finals, with two small children and me reaching the size and shape of a beluga whale, there was no way we were going to be able to travel. It simply made more sense to have everyone come to us. That said, I'm hosting a seder for 27 on Friday.)
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| Last time I was pregnant, no matter how much it sucked it was a hell of a lot easier. |
Next week I will make up for it in spades by posting all about my family's seder- from the recipes to the tradition to how on earth I squeezed that many people into our condo.
Next week, I will write all about my wonderful family and friends who are trying so hard to make things easier for me by cooking and cleaning and watching my children.
This week? Becoming SuperMommy is going to be... scarce.
I'll be busy crying into a box of Tagalongs.
...because this time? This time, pregnancy is really, really, really hard.
This time, life is harder.
In four weeks, M will be done with school. Four weeks after that, I will be done with school. Four days after that, Baby X will be due. And ten weeks after that, my monkeys will start preschool.
