This pregnancy is not treating me any better than my first one. And while I won’t give you the long, drawn out story, I will give you the cliff notes. Nausea, vomiting, muscle strain. Wash, rinse, repeat. After spending what had to be the most painful and uncomfortable night of my life last Thursday night (although last night might have broken that record) with a severely sprained muscle in my right side stretching from sternum to spine that sent stabs of pain whenever I moved an inch or two in any direction, I started on some anti-nausea medicine in an effort to tame the muscle-straining heaving and get my weight back on track. One week later I’m still in pain, but the nausea is tamer and one day I will get better. My family has been really helpful during all this – taking care of everything around the house and making me lovely little cheer-up cards and treats. But my favorite surprise was waiting for me when I got home from a very long work trip and day. My appetite has been pretty poor, but, just as it was with E, fruit always seems to hit the spot. Imagine my surprise when I got home to find this pile of fruit waiting for me in the kitchen.
I took this shot the following afternoon after hauling a load of this to work, and eating a good portion of the berries. It’s still enough fruit to last me for a month. When I trudged wearily up the stairs to the third floor that night, I found my two favorite people in my favorite spot in the house. I interrupted their book reading, exclaiming that I was thrilled about the new produce section in the kitchen, but there was no way this shrunken stomach of mine was going to be able to eat all that. They answered without thinking twice. “It’s not just for you, of course, it’s for the baby as well.” It’s good to be cared for. It’s nice to have fruit.