March 18, 2011

Bouncing Back

It is a difficult task to write, when you are feeling like you have to barf all the time. I spent the past few weeks being green and unlike what Kermit claims, it’s not fun, cool, or trendy. It just plain sucks. This past Saturday, something miraculous happened. I woke up and didn’t feel like I had to throw up for once. Sunday was the same. Monday I felt great too. Tuesday was awful. Why you ask? Well, Mr. BBM decided to make coffee while I was on campus and I came home to a house that smelled horrible.

This morning, as I was getting ready to take Sassy to school, Mr. BBM asked me what my plans were for the morning. Sneaky little sucker was trying to see if he could sneak in making a pot of coffee. I called him a bunch of names and threatened his existence. He decided to make tea.

If I have to get fat, feel nauseated all the time, and have major food aversions, then he can avoid coffee until I can handle it, which might be never.

The past two days have been great, besides feeling like I could take a nap anywhere at any time. On Thursday, my students were looking at me like I had two heads or something. I told them, “You’re not used to this, are you? Mrs. B is back baby! I’m finally feeling better. . . BUT DON’T FOR A SECOND THINK YOU CAN START BRINGING COFFEE BACK INTO MY CLASSROOM!”

I think the first trimester nausea is finally coming to an end. I am 11 weeks and 1 day pregnant today. Lots of people have asked me where my belly is, and I’ve been busy telling myself that it’s all those months of hard work on my abs. They are not giving up without a good fight. Besides a little bump, it’s definitely not obvious yet.

In other news, Sassy got her cast off on Monday. It was violent and insane and I had a hard time keeping a calming look on my face with the way the lady was going at my little girl’s cast “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” style. Sassy was not happy about it and spent a lot of time crying and saying she wanted the cast back on. Her knee and ankle are stiff and sore from being frozen in time for four weeks and although it is Friday, she has yet to really walk on her own. She seems to have forgotten how, and I’m tempted to get her some physical therapy, despite the doctor saying she would bounce back without it.

I know my kid. She doesn’t bounce. She has a mentality like an adult and she thinks about everything entirely too much, exactly like I do. I really think physical therapy would do her some good. In the meantime though, she’s got a mommy who has been through PT many times and I’ve been having her do some exercises and ride her big wheel to get her motion and strength back again. I think, that at this point, it’s about 90% mental and I get that. I really do. But it is frustrating because I have to carry her almost everywhere. Despite the fact that I’ve been through this mental business so many times, I am having a hard time keeping my patience with her. Despite going through it just last year, it’s easy to forget after time passes. I’m trying to remember those early days of wobbly legs and doubt to help her through, but this kid has got to start walking soon. My back can’t take much more. It’s simply not a matter of “sucking it up.” It’s really difficult to get over physical hurdles; more-so to get over the mental ones. Mr. BBM told her he would pay her $20 if she walked on her own this afternoon. I have never seen a child more motivated by money. She just might do it.