The nicest three hours I've had lately...

I am not well. Physically as evidenced by my three hour emergency room visit earlier this week to receive IV fluids to correct dehydration brought on by diarrhea and stomach cramps. A bug, I guess. Mentally as evidenced by the fact that those three hours were the best I’d had in weeks, in spite of feeling like Ass Warmed Over. I rested in the quiet, darkened room and wished my condition was serious enough to be admitted to the hospital. Anything to get a break from the ongoing nightmare that is my reality right now.

I’ve obviously not made much progress making peace with being pregnant. I’ve realized I might never. At this point I’m simply counting on falling madly in love with the baby once it gets here (assuming all goes well, of course) as I did with Little Boy and Little Girl. If I don’t enjoy this pregnancy, so be it. I hope that’s not an unrealistic scenario and I don’t end up resenting the baby.

Much change is on the horizon. Work has begun to get our house on the market. We’ll have to sell my beloved Prozac, the vehicle since there’s absolutely no way to fit three car seats into an already cramped wagon. We’ll probably end up with a minivan, and I am not excited about that at all. Then again, not much does excite me lately.*

10w3d today.

*Yeah, I know. I'm depressed.