Friday, January 4, 2013

New Year's? What New Year's?

I was barely cognizant of the fact that New Year's had occurred. The reason? There's a third little orc taking all he/she needs from me and leaving me beyond tired. Tired enough to fall asleep on the couch at 6:30 p.m. and not even be interested in waking up til well into the next morning, although I have to get up at 5 a.m. (blah). Otherwise we're fine, although we did have a bad two weeks there. I was ready to take whatever kind of medicine they would give me if I could eat something other than cheese and bread. I shall be delivered of this little orc sometime in the latter half of summer.

And there. That's over with. I don't like making big announcements. I have yet to tell my workplace, although today might be the day since I have doctor appointment's coming up next week (again, blah). If I have to hear again how I shouldn't lift anything heavy because of my delicate condition my temper might suffer. What's heavy to one person isn't necessarily heavy to another. It's a case by case basis, and the sudden freedom to tell the pregnant lady exactly what she needs to do is something I don't look forward to.

But I could spend all day griping (I'm not the happiest pregnant person historically). Happy Friday!

3 comments:

Charleen said...

Yes, the entire world thinking they have joint custody of my uterus is not something I'm looking forward to when we eventually have kids. But at least all the judging stops once the kid comes out, right?

Oh, it doesn't?

Good luck, and congrats!

Dawn said...

Congratulations guys! I'm happy for you. And I hope the yuckiness goes away soon.

SomaliSamurai said...

Half orc half human babies are a real hassle. Good luck.