Pregnancy is tough.
I blissfully forget about the reality until I'm smack bang in the middle of it and then all the memories return. The way the most inane of smells can have you reaching for the spew bucket, how you constantly need to graze even though the last thing you feel like doing is eating, how getting up quickly can make everything go black and how your energy is constantly at 'connect your charger'.
We
also had an amazing time away with Mum, Dad and Hali at Wye River over
the weekend. Despite the worst night on record for Hudson's sleeping
(think screaming kid from 12:30 to 4:30am in a small three bedroom
apartment), we managed to pull it together and enjoy the beach,
adventures to Lorne and Apollo Bay, and bouts of Jay's Balls, not to
mention World Cup soccer games sprinkled in there.
Eli
absolutely loved it, being of an age where anticipation is a positive
quality now and even the simple things awed him. It also helped that he
was an incredible sleeper as usual, despite the theatrics going on in
our room next door. Aunty Hali played the doting but firm aunt with
precision and followed the boys around the playground dutifully,
allowing me to have much appreciated breaks.
The
first day after we returned was the hardest as it is easy to take for
granted having four extra pairs of hands to assist with kids, meals,
discipline and playtime. It was a bit of a brutal shock to the system to
be doing it solo again really.
Nevertheless,
we made it through, greatly assisted by a prescription for morning
sickness tablets from my obstetrician. We are also nervously awaiting
the ultrasound booked for Monday, given our last experience with
Frankie. Dave will, this time, be coming so we can face whatever happens
together.
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