I wish I could cut off my nose to cease smelling things. Poor people around me. I went crazy on Thursday cleaning everything because I smell rotten cabbage. I threw out all the green leafy veggies in my pantry/root cellar, including cabbage, which were not rotten just in case. Then I called the propane people to come and see if there was a leak, there was none. But I smell propane. I smell it when ever I turn on the light or the oven. No one else smells it, but I do. Why can’t I smell pleasant things?
I am also oh so tired. I would not be complaining so much if I could just go to bed-forever. But I have responsibilities and stuff.
My midwife told she wants me to drink 3-4 quarts of water a day, plus several cups of mothering tea (red raspberry leaf, red clover, oatstraw, nettles, alfalfa), eat small meals every 2.5-3 hours that contain a protein and fruit or vegetable, take naps and walk 1 mile 4x’s a week. My midwife takes very good care of me, and I do not take her advice with a grain of salt. But I am failing miserably. I don’t wanna drink that much water or eat that many veggies. They all make me ill. I am doing the best I can though.
In the meantime I ran the idea by Hubby that tonight is Free Kid’s night at Ponderosa, (after I find the nerve and energy to cook, whatever I make totally grosses me out) and he reminded me we are in for 7-15 inches starting at 11 (about ten minutes).
Now that I got that griping off my chest, I am not unhappy, but quite happy about the new Mossling. I just have never figured out a way to deal with “morning” sickness practically, and it gets harder with each child, because I have more responsibilities. I wish I could even remember what it was like when I was pregnant with Rosey Posey and at this stage. Come to think of it, I do actually. I was 20 and I was too young and stupid to ever appreciate what a “nap” was. I used to go out to Reggae clubs in the Village on weekends, work and go to school during the day. If I was hungry at 10 o’clock at night, I would go to Denny’s. That girl was such a different person. She had a lot more energy and terrible eating habits.
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You got good exercise back then! And about Denny’s–wasn’t it your own mom who said, “Better the corn chips they will eat than the carrots they won’t?”
Might you put on some music and dance now?
in any case, now maybe Rosey Posey can supply some of the energy you’re lacking. And you can give her whatever “payoff”–even if it’s just your lovely, appreciative smile and a hug–you can muster!
Can Rosey Posey make 1) Box Mac-and-cheese? You can dump in a can of tuna for Lent, and some peas (or any other canned veggie) for balance! E-Z!
2) Top Ramen soup? Yesterday I found some at Shoppers’ Food Warehouse–8 packages (2 servings/apiece for kids) for $1!
Kids love those long, slurpy, curly Ramen noodles–and they’re so simple to cook, even a CHIMP could make them!
What’s even more of a blessing, KIDS NEVER SEEM TO TIRE of these cheap staples! To heck with complex meals till the morning sickness goes away!
If Rosey Posey balks at cooking this stuff, I’ll bet Gorbulas will dive right in! The younger they are, the more attracted they are to stoves! All Rosey would have to do is keep the boiling water from getting near him!
You, mom, go bury your weary head. Let the angels take care of your kids and the Top Ramen!
When it’s time to clean the slurpy mess, just wet a bath towel and shuffle it around with your feet. To heck with mopping!
Maybe Gorbulas will want in on that action, too!
Rosey Posey loves making things like macaroni and cheese thank goodness. I hate resorting to junk food when I should be eating healthier. But you know, I made canned Chef Boy-Ar-Dee Beefaroni for lunch. Previously I thought it food to be only fit for dogs, but I made it with relish. The kids were so happy (just like the French Toast sticks) and I actually ate it with relish. I forgot I gave up meat for Lent. Ramen noodles are ranked up there in my book. When I was pregnant with Fastolph I ate them because I thought they would be simple enough, and puked them up. I think it’s the sodium. But the kids like them.
And of course you are right about my mother’s saying, it’s just us grown-ups are supposed to know better and smile as we choke down the brussel sprouts to set a good example.;)
As for exercise, I know I should be walking those miles, but I cannot seem to muster the energy. Everytime I sit down I fall into a deep sleep, but I am going to keep trying.
Yeah, when I’m pregnant, everything I make looks awful after I’ve finished, and if I dare go to a restaurant and order what sounds best on the menu, I can’t stand the sight of it by the time it arrives. Why IS that?
I’ve tried ALLLLL the homeopathic tricks for dealing with morning sickness. Sipping ice-cold lemonade all day long helped best. Ginger helped when I was pregnant with Zooey. Salsa and oranges (not together) when I was pregnant with Edyn. All three times, I would have silly cravings for White Castle hamburgers — alas, no White Castles within a 9-hour drive around here.
I want to chide you for giving up meat during Lent whilst you are expecting. You need the protein, sister, so don’t skimp on the veggie protein (or fish or whatever else you are allowing yourself).
You’re tired because your body is building another human being. Even God had to rest after that task! Sleeeeep…..sleeeeeep…the walks can be curtailed until you’re not so tired (2nd trimester, hopefully).
Well, Pansy doesn’t seem to have known she was pregnant when Lent began, unless she just wasn’t telling us (can’t do the math right now.) I don’t think I have a big enough problem to ask for a dispensation from Friday abstinence, but giving up meat altogether would have been unimaginable and a bad idea for me. Don’t forget the iron, not just the protein — I’m sure God will understand if you choose to switch penances in light of the news.
Well, Pansy doesn’t seem to have known she was pregnant when Lent began, unless she just wasn’t telling us (can’t do the math right now.)
This is correct, I did not know. I have tried all the remedies as well, and none really help. If I were a good sufferer, and garcious, this woukld be ideal to grin and bear and offer up. Something about nausea, it’s like you cannot even sit in your own skin.
Will keep you in my prayers. It’s been ten years since I’ve felt ‘that way’ and it all comes back in a flash at the mere mention of the words ‘morning sickness.’ (Oh, and the smell ordeals… When I was expecting #5 the girls came in from playing in the chilly autumn air – smelling like FRESH AIR. I vomited. It’s funny now, but at the time it was just depressing.)
Hang in there, hon… 🙂
I was blessed, in 6 pregnancies that went to term (and 4 miscarriages) I can count on my fingers the number of times I puked – and that includes the labor puking. heartburn, on the other hand….
I tell my preggo ladies to eat whatever they can in those pukey times, but not to starve themselves. There is also a product called preggie pops that help a lot of my ladies. A great book is Miriam Erickson’s “No More Morning Sickness”.
B-6 and b-12 help, and there is actually a commercial (prescription) product called Premesis that is b-6, b-12, and folic acid. I prefer the Trader Joe’s sublingual b-12 b-6 and folic acid, myself. it really does seem to help a lot of ladies.
I’m 23 weeks pregnant with #4… I feel your pain. In fact when I started reading your post about smells, I though, hey, she’s pregnant. And Woot!
You are not alone. Even down here in New Zealand I understand.
I wonder if the sensitivity to smells can increase even as the nausea subsides? Tonight when my husband came home something smelled like so much like beer, and I can assure you he was not drinking it! nor could he think of any place he might have been exposed to it. Even when we went out to a very clean office building I still smelled it, so it was probably on him somehow. And my vitamin B6 smells yucky when I open the bottle or it’s in hand, to the point that I close my nose till it’s down, but even from inches away on a surface waiting for me to take it tonight it was so strong!
I also had to move away the mother-child duo I sat next to at my meeting because every time the baby got close there was a foully sweet smell I attributed to a diaper in need of a change. And I had my irritability thing going on thinking how rude it was to leave a baby dirty with pregnant women around, and wondering how she could not want that off her kid — but I can’t even be sure it was a diaper.
I still have insomnia, as one can tell by the fact that I’m writing about all the smells that bothered me today in a blog comment box at 4:33 a.m. Sigh.
Tess, where in NZ are you?