As ever, trying to be more proactive in documenting the progression of pregnancy symptoms.
[Read more…]the seventh kransling: month four
I will attempt to be better at documenting this pregnancy. This is how weeks 14-18 went for me.
[Read more…]Gallimaufry, june 2020
the seventh kransling – aurick virgil
Seventh Kransling is a boy, and he has a name!
[Read more…]the seventh kransling: month three
I will attempt to be better at documenting this pregnancy. This is how the third month of pregnancy (weeks 9-13) went for me.
sickness
This month was the very worst for morning sickness. It just seemed to get worse and worse, and my resolve to bear it with dignity withered with each passing day. I hit a huge wall at around 10 weeks. Emotionally, I just couldn’t cope with trying to keep up with life and feeling so miserable all of the time. The knowledge that I was only halfway through the worst part compounded my frustration. Dizzy spells, “noodle-arm syndrome”, nausea and food aversions all intensified. I spent a lot of time crying this month. I just wanted to feel better and be able to do the things I needed to do.
the seventh kransling: month two
I will attempt to be better at documenting this pregnancy. This is how the second month of pregnancy (weeks 5-8) went for me.
[Read more…]the seventh kransling — month one
A little rush of adrenaline accompanied my typing out that title. I confess, I was not expecting to ever write that.
But I tell myself every pregnancy that this time I will be better at documenting it, and I never follow through. I am trying to remedy this; I am actually typing this post before we have even announced the pregnancy, so that I may capture all of these thoughts at their freshest.
[Read more…]gallimaufry (december 2018)
This post is brought to you by a relentless bout of nesting. I use the word relentless quite literally–I have felt like I’m losing my mind, and acting like it too. If you think I’m exaggerating, well, let me tell you a story.
gallimaufry (october 2018)
inconvenient babies
The year was 2017, and Eldore Rex upset the whole thing. From the early Spring when I found out I was pregnant, to the garden I was unable to plant for morning sickness and first trimester fatigue, to the summer activities I could hardly participate in for pain, to the Autumn I barely had thought for as I tried to scrape our lives and routine back together in preparation for a new baby, all ending on that lovely November evening, just a few days before Thanksgiving, when he was born.