Sooo, here we are. I have been avoiding my blog, the internet in general and any other form of outward communication. I have been lying on the floor, feeling nauseous and sorry for myself. Being pregnant, for me, is like being depressed. No energy, no motivation, constant hunger, and yet no appetite. Yeah, I said pregnant. Mmm-hmm. Not planned, and yet, not unwanted.... just really unexpected.
I am sort of hesitant to tell people about it, unsure of their reactions, partially I guess because I am a bit unsure as to how I really feel about it. A baby is not intimidating to me... that part I don't mind, although I know I will be seriously tied down for a while. But I really do not like being pregnant. It makes me very selfish and miserable. And there are two little angels here who are only a year and a half, who really need a mommy, not to mention my hardworking husband who used to come home to dinner on the table, clean laundry (usually), and sometimes even a clean house. Oh, my, how quickly life can change.
