These days are characterized by fits and starts -- today: slow lazy waking til I could finally pry my eyes open, a burst of energy for a breakfast trip down the hill for oatmeal and egg sandwiches, a quick errand and then 10:30AM, CRASH -- I passed out on the couch, dragged myself up for food, then got a burst of energy packing boxes of books and going through old photo albums with Edne, until a sudden crash, complete with nausea and gagging, and now a bowl of stuffing (found a box of Stove Top in the back of the cupboard) and some root beer.
Yes, I am eight weeks pregnant with a SURPRISE baby!!!!
We found this out a week to the day before we found out about the DC move. Whew! It's been a lot to absorb. I had my first ultrasound on Wednesday and all looked well, so we told the kids -- instantly bright-faced and beam-y -- that night.
First trimester makes for an interesting and unique time of closing up shop here in California. The blah's, for all their grossness, are keeping me present, making me slow, preventing me from rattling away on DC tasks in my head before I get there. For that I am grateful. The utter exhaustion-to-the-bone hit two days ago, which is once again a game changer.
The kids have spent a lot of time in the yard digging and playing. We are back to dirt and mud. They've also watched more TV than in the past six months combined. Right now they're running through the house with garbage bags, filling them with air like balloons and making "pillows." I'm pretty sure there are suffocation risks. As I sit here, the game's changed to sack races, and now, again, to nesting themselves in their bags on the living room floor, sitting crosslegged and tying the bags around their chests. And so we make it through another day.