Raging Hormones

I should have written a few weeks ago to say that I was pregnant, back when I was glowy, peppy, and not feeling like a piece of crap. It probably would have been a much nicer announcement than this one. It’s just that right now I want to be in a dark room, in bed, and not come out until this feeling goes away. But, yeah, I am pregnant. And, despite my negative attitude toward my raging hormones, Jake and I couldn’t be happier about it.

It was sort of funny how I just had a feeling that I was pregnant, and then decided to go buy a pregnancy test – the first test I had bought in almost three years. And, then BAM, positive. Although Jake’s big plans to go to Europe are foiled for a little while, we were all very happy. I told Abe that Mama has a baby in her belly. He looked at my stomach, then back up at me with a look that said, “Whatever lady. There’s no baby in there.”

There are a lot of things that even now are so different than when I was pregnant with Abe. Besides a new array of symptoms that I didn’t even know I could have, I am also: A) employed, B) A mom to a 2-year old that likens himself to Forrest Gump and keeps running and running and running. While point A is a definite positive and lowers my stress level immensely, point B provides for a lot of extra energy expenditure and diaper changing that I did not have to do in my last pregnancy.

And, for a brief moment of time I thought I had escaped the evil villain, morning sickness. I had felt sick here and there, puked here and there (but, hey, just another day in the life, right? No big whoop.) But, then, yesterday I started to feel extra sick. Like, I am not make it to the bathroom, and that would be bad at work, sick. And, it has continued into today. I have spent my fair share of time in my company’s Wellness Room – a tiny room furnished with an uncomfortable couch, a sandpaper blanket, and a mini fridge. I figure that if people are taking 15 minute smoke breaks, I sure as heck can take 15 minute power naps. I think I may just have the Wellness Room turned into Bri’s Office, and forward my calls there.

So, that is it. The exciting news that comes from the Drlich family once every two years or so. (We are sort of boring). I have not decided if I am going to do belly shots this time, because my belly is gross and I don’t want anyone to see it ever again. Maybe we will take the photos from 40 feet away.