My last blog post was about feeling overwhelmed and incompetent as a mother. So I figured that this was a great time to double my workload and take on the responsibility for one more person’s life.
Not too long ago I looked at my profile in the mirror and declared to Stephen, “I’ve either got to get pregnant or go on a diet.” Well, if you carefully read my New Year’s Resolutions, you can see that dieting is one of the few things I didn’t even try to attempt for 2011.
Speaking of New Year’s Resolutions, I’m persisting but making slow progress on most of them (read: I’m doing terribly but haven’t given up yet). Water drinking? Makes my stomach hurt. Meal planning? The thought of food makes me queasy. Letter writing and Bible reading? Slow progress because I fall asleep every time I sit still. Home organization? Slow progress because I’m overwhelmed just by keeping up with the dishes. And I can’t even remember the rest of those resolutions.
Do you know who is to blame for my lack of progress? Not me. The real culprit is a little lime-sized guy that we affectionately call Cheerio.
Do you want to know the whole story behind all the griping about January? It’s because I felt nauseated every…single…day. I have never thought about food so much, and yet found it so unsatisfying. Between sneaking naps when Abby was dozing and eating plain Cheerios by the box, I didn’t have much energy for happy thoughts. Except this one: this too shall pass!
Abby is totally into babies right now. So guess what we decided to give her for her second birthday?
This is the picture we actually used to tell our siblings. Now we know who looks carefully at the pictures we text to them!
And for those of you who aren’t so good at the reading between the lines…
Baby #2 is coming this September! It makes me want to do a happy dance and feel like I need to breathe into a paper bag all at the same time.