The problem with the first trimester is the lack of energy x the nausea factor.
And as of a few days ago I'm officially out of it. It shows too. I hope that nesting thing kicks in like... tomorrow. Because 2 months of being tired and/or rotten has take its toll on my home. It's not that bad really, it's just that I haven't had the energy to attack some of it.
It became apparent to me when my mother mentioned the quilt in the laundry room that hasn't been washed. I took it off Oceana's bed to wash it and it's been sitting there ever since - probably about a month. (Oops). I forgot about it, and/or ignored it. I've been doing the stuff that I need to do, but not much else. Cook, wash dishes, wash laundry, occasionally vacuum under duress. That's it. Well, there's a few other things that need doing in a day!
Last week I made a big deal out of the fact that my toilet was finally clean. Ew. I wish I hadn't admitted that. But it's true!
But last night it finally hit. I was sure I wouldn't feel great. We went out to dinner and my pregnant tummy did it's usual business. The description of the meal looked really yummy. It came, it still looked yummy. Halfway through I decided I wasn't so fond the lettuce, so out it came. And then I decided I didn't want to pineapple, so out it came too. I finished it, but by the end of the it I wasn't so sure I had liked it. I thought that when I got home I'd get a queasy stomach and end up on the couch the rest of the night.
Instead! I hit clean mode! I purged our room and Oceana's. I've been washing and folding laundry, but not putting things away or taking care of "worn, but not dirty" clothes for literally weeks. It's been bad. Every morning I had to rummage through clean laundry for a pair of underwear. Like getting dressed recently hasn't been hard enough! (Remember, I was working really hard to hide that bump! Ak! Complicated!)
The "Worn, but not dirty" stuff got taken care of, the "Folded, but not put away" got put away. I even managed to get out "The BOX". Do you have "The BOX"? It's the one labelled, 'Susie Sams, Pre Pregnancy Clothes". And I reloaded it for the 3rd time. I had pulled out some of my tiny stuff a while ago to help "prod?" myself into them. Well, that didn't work. So they have no purpose in being out of the box. And then there's the stuff that just simply isn't comfortable - so in the box it goes.
I had a hormonal moment too (well, a few of them...Poor Matt) and threw out some stuff too. I literally uttered the words, "Ugh. I hate that!" to some of my clothing. ??? Hormones ???
This morning 3 loads of laundry went out. 3 loads of laundry from Saturday came in from the line. (Yeah, that's the kind of energy I have - laundry's on the line for parts of 3 days!) It's folded. It's now awaiting transport. I will put it away though. I refuse to start this cycle again so soon.
Next on the list. Dishes. Make playdough (I promised to make some the other day when Oceana wanted $4 playdough from KMart). Make french bread for dinner or the freezer (can't make up my mind). Ooh. And maybe just maybe vacuum. I let Oceana get creative. My mother said it's payback for all my creative disasters over the years. There are paper scraps and crayon paper shreds everywhere. I'd take a picture, but I forgot the camera's in the car at work. Oops.
I have a theory about pregnancy. "Do the work while you feel good, so you don't feel so bad when you feel bad and don't do it." It's twin is, "Eat while you feel good, so when you can't eat you're not so worried." Of coures the 2nd one will get you in more trouble.
Just for the record.
Oceana +67lbs (25kg)
Joshua +35lbs (16kg)
I have no intention of doing a repeat of Oceana. But I know what happened there. Subway, pizza, Chinese takeout, and Wendy's drivethrough happened. Goodness gracious. I was a house...