Hello, my name is Megan. I’m pregnant and have been going through some things mentally and physically the last two years.
Okay, let’s be real. It has been awhile since I have posted a good post about the status of our family, my fitness journey or camper living. Life got in the way as well as my own head. We have all been there and been distracted. I also don’t want this to be a neagtive space. So, when I’m being negative, I chose not to write. As you know I am pregnant with our third child (16 weeks to be exact). Its gone by so much faster than I expected. I am not prepared at all and the only thing I can do at this moment is pray and enjoy the time I have with my boys. However, I have NOT enjoyed the last two weeks.
If you follow me on social media, you might have noticed that most of the posts have revolved around the fact that both boys have had a stomach bug. Included everything from late night vomit festivals to middle of the day poppy pants. It was fun! (Sarcasm….so much sarcasm.) It started one night with both boys having accidents that we had to take to the laundry mat to clean up. After that day it was pretty mild until mid-week when it picked up. On the drive down to the in-laws farm for thanksgiving (4 1/2 hours), our oldest had a crappy situation a few times. It took us forever to convince him that he wasn’t going to use the bathroom, he felt like he had to use the bathroom. The drive was miserable, he had no appetite and complained of an upset stomach the whole way. Poor thing choked down some fries. When we finally arrived, as we were getting things out of the car, he comes up to me and says “mommy…” I knew by the look on his face and the tone of the “Mommy” that he was about to lose what he ate. I grabbed the puke bucket (we always keep one in the car for long trips. Be prepared) and place it in front of his face in the nick of time. For a good five minutes he lost his dinner. We get him cleaned up and something to drink and go to bed. The next couple days through Thanksgiving it was a vicious cycle of going back and forth between the two boys. The trip home was worse because our youngest was sick and we had to stop in order to clean up the bucket, if you get my drift. Thankfully today we are good, ALL of us. I hate when kids are sick like that. I hate it even more when it feels like it will never end. As I’m writing this, the boys in question are playing with Play Doh nicely and it’s so peaceful. I was about to break, so it was literally a miracle when it stopped.
Thanksgiving was good, as usual and we have a lot to be thankful for this year. The baby, the boys healthy, our happiness, or fitness journeys and my continued faith (though its been tested and I’ve questioned too much). We are happy, healthy and adding to our family a little girl. We are still in the camper 😦 but I have faith that when we are ready, Someone will come and find that our house is perfect for them. My parents (the wonderful people) have been secretly doing work on the house to increase first impressions and I don’t know how I will ever thank them. We do have someone coming to look at it on Saturday so hopefully this is the one. Fingers crossed, prayers up and anything else you can think of for good luck. If you see my parents out, let them know they are amazing. 🙂
Pregnancy has been good so far. I have NOT worked out in several weeks due to laziness, morning sickness and soreness. Despite that fact I have lost weight. I now weigh in at 192, which is the lowest I have been in years. The doctor says i need to be gaining weight despite calling my morbidly obese on my first visit. Its hypocritical and confusing. How can you call someone that they are obese then only a couple weeks later tell them to gain weight? I have done my research. I am eating, but I am eating every two hours and not eating crap food. The baby doesn’t like too much sugar. Makes me nauseous. The baby is healthy, I am healthy. Everything is fine. I have to ignore the chart he is reading off because he doesn’t know my history or taking in to account that every pregnancy and all women are different.
Four months pregnant and counting. 24 weeks to go. I have a feeling its going to breeze by considering the holidays and activities going on.