Monday, October 29, 2012
The Past Two Months
Now that i've outed myself on the 'baby' front I can tell you how completely exhausted I am.
Oh gosh, the secretive first trimester is the hardest, don't you think? That, and the third trimester when you have a baby's head, you know... applying pressure.. to.. well, you know.
My decision to skip out of some activities, embrace change and slow down our weekly routine was incredibly timely. So instead of rushing to get out of the house every day of the week, the kids and I now have two very lazy days at home.
On these blissful days we slouch about the house in our trackies, sometimes we do the grocery shopping (but not often) or put on a load of washing. We play with playdough, make fresh juice and hit the drive through circuit round lunch time. I know, I know- there I go again straying so far from my ideals about eating local, organic, ethical food. But i've been craving juicy, fatty, greasy burgers okay. It's my pregnancy thing and i'm not about to deny myself or lie about visiting macca's for the sake of keeping up appearances... ohhh look at me being all pregnant and emotional*.
It would be safe to say that eating ethically has given way to eating obsessively.
It's not at all unusual for Dave to arrive home from work to find the kids still in their pyjama's. At which point he laughs and affectionally ruffles their hair before asking them if they've had a fun day. Food down their fronts and fresh sand pit sand falling from their bums is a tell tale sign that they have indeed enjoyed themselves.
This is the first time in my parenting career that I have afforded myself (and my children) such a luxury, and I can't express what a true and treasured luxury it is.
In the past two months Zeph has watched more iview/movies that he has in his life time. Some days we snuggle on the couch and watch Fire Man Sam together while other days it's Octanauts - but everyday, it's something.
The nausea has come in waves but i've impressed myself with an ability to ride it out, rather than push through and soldier on. If I feel sick or exhausted I rest and the kids make do.
My expectations of myself and the kids are, lets say, realistic. If I don't have the time or energy to cook dinner then Dave does it when he gets home or we have take out. It's okay, we're a team here at The Beetle Shack and we're all rolling with it.
And this time, possibly for the first time, I can't feel the black dog of anti natal depression biting at my heels.
It's liberating to accept that near enough really is good enough.
So we move forward, into the second trimester with a renewed energy, a few extra kilos and a great anticipation of all the good that is still yet to come.
the beetle shack is expanding
change I embrace you
case in point
LAST CHANCE TO ENTER OUR $1000 GIVEAWAY (winner drawn tomorrow)
*I promise i'm not crying right now.