The difference between this pregnancy and my first is the guilt. I was just as sickly with my first pregnancy-- more maybe...more puking anyway-- but when I wasn't working, I was laying around, reading trashy magazines, and going to movies. This time, I'm chasing Tallulah, taking her places so she doesn't flip out with boredom, and cooking meals pretty much constantly since the entire family has joined me in the hourly eating.
The worst part is when I'm feeling crappy and Tallulah desparately wants some mommy love-- this usually happens in the evening when Kent gets home and I'm so grateful to have someone to tagteam, I get in bed with plans of not getting up 'til morning. Last night, when I was in bed at 7pm, Tallulah comes crawling in with me all cuddly and sweet. And something about her proximity or her smell or something made me completely nauseous and I was running for the bathroom. But I didn't actually throw up so when I came back to bed and she crawled in with me again, the same thing happened. So I begged her to leave and Kent came in and took her away. She immediately began crying hysterically, "mommy! mommy! I want mommy!" I would have gotten up, but a new wave of guilt induced nausea hit me (strong emotion makes me nauseous. Try being pregnant without having any strong emotions) and I stayed in bed until-- eventually-- her cries quieted down.
Kent filled me in this morning. The evening went like this:
"Mommy, I want mommy!"
"She's sick, baby."
"I sick, too." Tallulah's 'illness' progressed until Kent allowed her to stay up past her bedtime looking up animals on the computer-- her favorite pastime. Nearly every animal has multiple websites devoted to pictures, live webcams, habitat information, and sounds. Tallulah's favorite animal right now is the owl. But my favorite is KittenWars which is much less educational and totally fun! Voting on which kitten is the cutest-- how genius is that? Plus there's a page where you can see all the loser kittens.
So owl fun was had until the wee hours of 9:30pm when Kent gave T. the five minute warning. Tallulah's response:
"Daddy, if I go back to my room I think I'm going to be sick again."
Luckily, on the way to her room, shoulders hunched and lower lip projected past believability, Tallulah spotted her shark tent still up from the day's play and decided that would be a lovely place to sleep. For five minutes. Until she realized she was Sleeping In A Shark! and demanded that it be banished from her room.
Musings of Motherhood
About Me
- Kellie Bonifield
- Supporting characters: Kent, husband extraordinaire with, thankfully, a wonderful set of genes including strong cheekbones and the ability to eat anything and stay slim and muscle-y which has been inherited by... Tallulah, a blond curled, angelic looking four and a half year old with a huge smile and penchant for action. She often, to my dismay, demands to be called a princess-- but only if princesses run, jump, climb trees, defend friends from bullies, and are always right. Moxie, the baby. Organized and schedule oriented, Moxie will be recieving a drool-impervious day planner for her first birthday. She is bemused by her sister's antics and often hums herself to sleep.
