Pregnancy part I
by Melanie Bettinelli on November 14, 2005
I haven’t blogged on this yet. Partly because for the first couple of months I wanted to treasure the knowledge just with friends and family, not trumpet it out to the world. I can’t exactly say why that was the case, and Domenic didn’t understand it at all, but that’s how I felt.
But a few weeks ago I gave him permission to blog about it at bettnet, partly to explain the shortage of his own posts—he was too busy caring for his poor sick wife.
And I guess that explains the other reason I haven’t yet posted about this topic: I’ve been too sick. I’m sure no one really wants to read about how sick I’ve been, how often I’ve thrown up, etc.
And really, this has never been one of those constantly updated blogs. I write when I have something to say, otherwise I am silent. I seem to go through cycles. Sometimes I’m prolific, others I get disinterested as life pulls me away from my own semi-private musings.
So it goes. I could never be faithful to a diary either.
But I do want to record my experiences, so I can look back at them and remember, so I can share them with my children one day. Because this right now is the central fact of my life.
Maybe I’ve held off writing in part too because it is so deeply personal. That’s much harder to publish out there than my complaints about my students or my musings on literature.
This is both the most exciting thing to ever happen to me and at the same time has been some of the most miserable weeks of my life.
Not exactly the newlywed gradually settling into life together cozily. Poor Dom has had to drop everything to take care of me so many times. For at least a month I couldn’t open the refrigerator door because the smell so set me off. So he had to get every snack, every drink for me.
We haven’t cooked dinner for almost two months. One of our favorite activities, a central aspect of our life while we were dating and engaged was eating together and especially cooking together.
But the smell of cooking food has been too much. And half the foods I love I haven’t been able to eat. All those veggies I loved, broccoli, spinach. Ugh I couldn’t stand them. The smell of cooking chicken made me ill.
Comments
Don’t worry! It’ll get better soon. The nine months will go by so fast. I hope you savor every minute. It’s especially wonderful when, at the end of the day, when you’re dog-tired, you lay down…and then the baby starts kicking!
Lynne
Posted by Lynne on 11/21/05 at 07:16 PM