Last week I reached the halfway point in my pregnancy. And even though I know that means I still have a long way to go, it also means the worst part is over. (I would rather go through 24 hours of labor than 24 hours of morning sickness, any day of the week.) And that is certainly cause for celebration. Last week, we celebrated the 20 week mark and the onset of summer by swimming in our neighborhood pool (twice), running through the sprinklers, playing out back in the hose water, visiting a splash pad, and taking Owen on his very first Lake Trip. And then the weekend came (and with it, the triple digit temperatures) and I was dead tired. It was the first time I felt truly pregnant. And by that, I don't mean it was the first time I felt crappy or tired or sick, because that was my entire first trimester. But it was the first time I felt like I couldn't catch my breath, even when I was lying on the couch.
Relatively speaking, I still feel pretty great. A few months ago I wrote how hard it was to survive the long and horrible month of February. And then March came.
On Monday, March 3rd, Owen threw up on the long car ride to my Grandma's house in Phoenix.
On Monday, March 31st, the doctor's office called to tell me that the antibiotics worked and that the bacterial infection in his stomach was gone.
Everything between those two dates is a blur. A blur of doctor's visits and washing bed sheets and changing dozens of diapers a day and crying and praying and worrying and trying in vain to get Owen to eat something, anything. And then, trying to in vain to get him to swallow his medicine.
It was the worst. Truly.
So what does that have to do with being pregnant? Well, nothing. And everything. While all of this was happening, while I was waking up every single morning to find Owen's crib filled with vomit, I was also dealing with my own sickness. I was tired all the time. More than once, changing his sick diapers sent me to the bathroom with my own sickness.
It was a long month.
But we survived. Again, we survived. It took the help of family and friends who were willing to bring dinner and help me disinfect my house, but we survived. And now here we are, almost 2 months later, and things are great. The pregnancy is moving along and baby boy is kicking up a storm and I'm gaining all the weight and summer is here and things are great.
^^Owen enjoying the lake with friends.
I mean, look at that smile on that healthy, happy little boy. How could things not be great?