Why Do They Call it Morning Sickness When it Lasts All Day Long and Late into the Night?

And where did the lie that it will be better in the second trimester come from?

And why would an ailing body that is trying to build a new baby constantly crave awful things like Coca-cola and Cheetos?

And why can’t I feel like knitting while I lie on the couch for weeks at a time?

These are a few of the questions that have plagued my mind over the last five and a half months as I have suffered through yet another difficult pregnancy. But with the arrival of spring relief has come and I am slowly coming back to life. I have even taken the kids to the park this week. Sure, I was nauseous and weak for the rest of the day, but it was nice to get out of the house.

I am knitting again, too. The first project that I tackled when the knitting fever came back over me was to finish The Man’s christmas present. Poor guy only got one sock in his stocking with a promise of another to come. I don’t feel too bad about it, I mean I am making more offspring for him, after all. And the one sock was a heavenly merino/cashmere/nylon blend that is fit for kings. His foot was swathed in luxury. Sure the other one was left in the cold, but I thought I would remedy that in January. Well, better late than never, and I whipped out the second half in March.

IMGP8312Regular Guy Toe Up Socks in Handmaiden Casbah Ebony Ravelry Page here . Pictured on my feet, so a little baggie.

Pardon the horrible photography. I still don’t feel like getting off of the couch very much!

Three things about this knit –

1. The yarn is fantastic! I have already knit socks for me in it and it is fabulous. Hard wearing, unbelievably soft, and gorgeous colors. Well worth the price.

2. The pattern was free and easy. I didn’t do the short row toes as instructed, but preferred to use Judy’s Magic Cast On. More details on the Ravelry page.

3. The man has long feet, but at least they are narrow. One hundred grams made a nice, long, skinny pair of socks, leaving a very small ball for darning when needed.

There has been progress on other things as well, but I have got to save some things for later. I don’t know if I am back completely, but I sure hope so. I miss my friends in bloggyland and look forward to getting back into the swing of things here as well as in real life.

And, just so you don’t think I have been faking it – here is my progress on Encore Baby so far:




As my morning sickness has gradually abated, I have been slowly reclaiming my household responsibilities from my husband and children. This has been an eye opening process, and I am learning some disturbing things about what they consider to be good house keeping. Such as:

The dish rag in the sink can be used over and over for weeks on end. I stumbled upon this first fallacy when I decided to wipe off the table for the first time in two months. I grabbed the dishrag out of the sink, and the stench that was released just from lifting it up made me run for the bathroom. “Guys,” I asked my brood, “when was the last time this rag was washed?” I got the usual blank stares and a few “I don’t know”s. Weeks would be my guess. I knit seven dishrags, so that every day we could use a clean one. Ironically, they are going through dish towels like there is an endless supply….

Sorting the laundry by color before washing is optional. Okay, this may be true for us, since most of our clothes are so old that there is no color bleeding happening anymore, and, even after two months of this, we did not end up with any pink socks. However, our whites have never been dingier and I wonder where I went wrong in the training of my kids in the laundry department. (To be fair to the kids, I think this was a decree made by the Papa…)

The baby’s diaper must be changed only when solids are present. Now, I don’t know if this is actually what they think, but it must be close. How do I know? Exhibit A – one package of diapers (34 diapers) seems to last about three weeks. And, Exhibit B – every time I say, “Hey, can somebody change the baby?” I hear in response, “Why? Is she poopie?”

When putting away the dishes, just shove them wherever they fit, especially the pots and pans. The other night I decided that I felt good enough to make dinner. First, since The Man has been doing the grocery shopping and the cooking, I didn’t know what we had in the way of food and found myself rummaging around in my own pantry feeling like a stranger. Then, I couldn’t find anything I was looking for. The spatula, the pot-holders, a clean dish towel?

You may be wondering how these things could slip my notice for so long, but, really, that is how sick I have been. And, in a way, it makes me feel good, because now I know that they really do need me. Now, if I could just figure out where they have put my little saucepan…


And, guess what? Knitting is happening again! Yay. Unfortunately it is not the “oh, I just feel like knitting” kind of knitting, but rather the “oh my gosh, Christmas is almost here and I am nowhere near finished with _______” knitting. The Man, being so wonderful and good natured, said, “Don’t sweat it, Babe. Just buy something different for your sister.” That was before I told him how much I spent on the yarn…. Yeah. I better get back to it.

I’m Not Really Back…

..But I thought I would check in.

Insomnia rears it’s ugly head and I lay in bed thinking of all the things I could say in a little blog post. Things like, “It’s been 48 hours since I last threw up!” or “Gee, I haven’t knit a stitch in 6 weeks!” You know, really fascinating things that will keep the reader riveted. I do miss blogging, though. So, interesting or not, here is a little peek into my life.

Pregnancy and I have never gotten along very well and it really is a shame. I want lots and lots of kids, but I don’t know if I am willing to ever repeat the last few weeks of my life. This is my sixth time down this long road, and I think it got harder. For a while, there, the Man was getting really worried and he started threatening to take me to the emergency room. (That was when I went for three days without peeing, but I lived.) Hyperemesis Gravidarum is the name for it. I call it hell on earth. (See why I haven’t blogged in a while. This is all I have to talk about.)

Bright side of things – I am surrounded by wonderful friends who bring dinners and take my kids for playdates. I have awesome family who also cooks, cleans and pitches in where needed. I am married to the most fabulous man on the planet who, after long hours working, comes home to piles of laundry and long grocery lists. My kids are the most amazing, though! The six year old gets the baby up every morning, feeds her, changes her diaper and gets her dressed. The ten year old cooks and cleans and changes dirty diapers. The boy carries in wood and cleans out the fire place and keeps the fire going so we don’t freeze. And everyone smiles while they do my work. Everyone is excited that we have  a baby on the way, no matter how it inconveniences them. Wow. What a blessing.

So, my days have been filled with ceiling gazing and toilet hugging. Not very exciting, but there it is. It is slowly getting better. I am keeping more food down and pitching in a little with household things. I hope to be up and running by Christmas.

For today, I have the Boy to think about. Eight years ago today, I got my one and only son. There is a party planned for Saturday, for which I am heavily relying on my moms help to throw. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Until I get another burst of wordy energy -TTFN.