excuses April 7, 2008

I have a great excuse for not blogging very much since January. Life these past 3 months has been a complete blur. With three of Corey’s and my siblings getting married in the next few months and another due to have a baby any day- we thought- heck, we should add to the family pandemonium. So Ezra will be a big brother somewhere around October 12th of this year. Ezra was born on his Aunt Annie’s birthday, we’re shooting to deliver the second on Uncle Danny’s birthday

Here is what I have been doing the past three months: First priority- take care of Ezra and try to have as much fun with him as possible, despite the sickness. Second- Eat and not be sick. Third- Sleep. Everything, and i do mean everything else has gone by the wayside. Thankfully Corey is forgiving. An incredible, though not uncommon, wave of fatigue has completely taken over my life. It has sucked pretty much all motivation out of me as well as my ability to think or function at even a half-normal level. Though I haven’t been vomiting and nauseas, I have had the most bizarre (as far as i can tell) and unrelentless stomach ache which has been equated with a need to consume food every hour to hide/curb/diminish the pain. I can’t tell if the eating really helps or not, because the pain doesn’t really go away. However, I am beginning to see glimpses of light at the end of the first trimester dark tunnel because I get spurts of “slow motion energy” that come in 15 to 30 minute increments a couple times a day. this allows for dishes to get done and the toys to get picked up off the floor.

Poor Ezra. He would prefer to be outside petting dogs, pointing to birds and airplanes and swinging at the park. I have basically imprisoned him in our house. His one connection to the outside world is our big picture window in the front room. We sit on the couch and stare at the people, animals, cars, and other things moving around us.

Besides church on Sundays and the grocery store a couple times a week, we don’t get out at all. Except for our weekly time with the moms group at quest. It is my favorite time of week. Ezra gets to play with other human beings his age, gets to take a break from boring mommy, and I get to laugh, cry, and find comfort in friends who understand exactly what I’m going through. While I’ve seriously slacked in my leadership of the group as of late, I always find a measure of hope and strength to finish my week with from the group. thank you ladies.

okay, now that i’ve written a novel…chapter 2: Ezra just turned one! More to come later