It’s tough to be pregnant and care for a toddler. Especially if that toddler is Charles. My beautiful son is entering into a growth spurt and an energy spurt – not even joking, he runs around the island in our kitchen ten times before going to bed each night just because. How could I possible keep up with that level of energy? I just try to stay out of the way, most of the time.
As I mentioned in my last post, I am pretty under the weather by about 4 pm – the same time I pick up Charles from daycare. We go home, we read stories and run around and I try (try) to make dinner. I often do not succeed at dinner, but I can usually get chicken nuggets or macaroni n cheese in front of Charles before he melts down into a wailing pile of mush from malnutrition (he thinks).
And then Tony comes home. My hero.
Tony has been working 10- and 12-hour days, playing basketball early in the morning, and finishing up studying for the final in his master’s class. AND THEN, he comes home to a completely ineffective wife/mother and a rambunctious son. Tony has done nearly all the grocery shopping in the last month because I can’t even begin to tell you what going into a grocery store does to my senses. He has done all the laundry. He bathes Charles and puts him to bed every night. He suffers through whatever kind of dinner he can throw together because I didn’t make any.
And he hasn’t complained (at least to me). Not once.
Am I married to the most wonderful man alive or what?
I go see the doctor to hear the little bun’s heartbeat on the 20th. By that date, I will be 13 weeks pregnant and if I am still not feeling any better (and still begging God for relief every night as I do right now), I’m going to ask for something stronger. Approved for pregnancy drugs, but stronger than the Unisom/B6 cocktail I take now to take the edge off (ha!) the nausea every day. Because this can’t go on. Literally. Tax season is coming and it’s not fair to pull Tony’s emotions and mind home because I am incompetent when he needs to be focused on busy season. I love him so much and I feel like such a jerk for checking out every night. I would give a whole lot to be there and be productive.