Last week I asked Andy to make dinner because I didn't feel well. He was reading an email when I asked him, and instead of hearing a question he heard a command. He heard, "make me dinner!" instead of "will you make me dinner?" I could see his jaw working and I knew he was running through a mental list of all the things he had done for me that day... vacuuming, mopping, getting me snacks, reminding me to take my vitamins, etc. He's the best.
His response: "Is this how it's going to be for the next seven months? I'm not trying to be mean; I just need to know."
I didn't really know how to answer him, because I don't know when I'll feel better. And the longer I endure this nausea and ceaseless vomiting, the more I've begun to wonder the same thing. "Is this how it's going to be?" Even if I do feel better by the end of my first trimester (fingers crossed), that's still three weeks away.
I knew I would have to make some sacrifices when I got pregnant, but I didn't anticipate that the sacrifices would start right away! I haven't felt this unattractive in weeks (and I don't even have a belly yet). This is a little embarrassing to share, but I know that I appreciate women who are vulnerable about their struggles, so... here's how growing a baby has affected me so far: awful all-day sickness, pimples, dry skin, chapped lips, bloating, sleepiness and sleeplessness, insaaane gas... lovely, right? I also didn't anticipate being mostly confined to the couch for WEEKS. I'm not the kinda gal who loves cleaning and doing returns, but I gotta tell you I am SO ready to return to my housewife duties in addition to working more often! I'm also looking forward to going back to church, getting together with friends and wearing anything other than pajamas! Hmm, maybe this is a tiny taste of what having a newborn will be like!
OK, enough complaining. Clearly I've been struggling with having a positive attitude! I know there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I know that I'm incredibly blessed to be carrying a baby. I know I'm incredibly blessed to have a loving spouse that helps shoulder my burdens. I know this is just a phase —that it WILL get better eventually.
And it's not every day your husband does all of the chores without being asked AND makes a run to McDonald's so you can have a hot fudge sundae.