Over the past nauseous few months, I've actually become pretty comfortable doing errands looking like a haggard wreck. The trick is, don't make eye contact often, and focus on your child, so just in case you run into someone you know, you're completely oblivious and don't even have the chance to feel like you're the gal who has "let go," and feel the pity in their eyes.
So, now that I've been feeling better, it's been nice to have my hair in something other than a bun or braid, and do my make-up, and just plain revel in my femininity again. Hurrah, I AM a girl! I CAN feel attractive. It's AMAZING!
Well, today I wore my deep purple cardigan, and had my hair in a perky curly ponytail so I could run my errands; very cute mom-on-the-go look. I'm feelin' good, and Jet is being good. Even in the relentless rain we're having a good time.
I get home, put the groceries away, and head to the ladies room. Then I get a look at myself. My straggly-looking bangs are randomly plastered to my forehead, mt. everest (snow-capped and all) ZIT has emerged above my eyebrow, (the revolting kind whose bulbous white tip causes dry heaves) and the lovely elastic waistband on my maternity jeans is completely exposed because of my rumpled-up sweater. Deep breath. Wow Jess, that's what you call a hot mess.
All I can say is....at least I felt cute.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
I'm Back!
I'm back, and in more ways than one! One, I'm back on the blog, two, I feel like I'm back to being myself, aka Miss Jessica Joy, full of zest and well hello there-ness.
I credit it to being PREGNANT! Yeah, most Springfielders already know, but I still need to announce it. I'm due August 25th, and we find out if it's b/g April 2nd. Woo Nelly. I'm feeling it's a girl, but I am not allowing myself to think too far ahead with names and decor and girly activities, because that stuff makes me too anxious for a girl NOW, instead of SOMEDAY. So, we'll see. Either is great, though Jet's robot punching/fighting phase has me beggin' for some tea parties and doll houses.
So, January and February were tough. I was NOT myself. My life was nauseous, tired, and depressed. I remember singing "Peace in the Valley," for personal comfort, telling myself the agony would end. Then I would sing opening lines to "Like a Virgin," because it started with, "She made it through the wilderness somehow, she made it through..." and "I was beat...." which was me, but then the chorus would come and the whole, "Like a Virgin," just didn't really fit my circumstances. Then, I started feeling better. The sun was shining. Then, I got the stomach flu. BAD. Ya know how all that loveliness goes, so I won't describe, even though I truly love talking about bodily functions. After a week, I was feeling great, and almost back to normal. Then I had more energy, and I wasn't nauseous, and the house wasn't a disaster. Yay! Then, I got ANOTHER stomach flu. Chad took me to the ER when I couldn't keep down any fluids all day. It was my first time being the patient in the ER. Aaawww.....the luxury. Chad seems to find his way in there about every other year, so it was nice to be the sick/melodramatic one. : ) After a long weekend, I felt pretty good. My family took great care of me, and Chad spoiled me. After I'm sick for so long, I kinda forget how to thrive. I make it through the day, but not with much pizazz. Ya know? My mentality is still in sick mode, though my body isn't.
But now, I finally feeEEEEEEEeeeel good....na na na na! I FEEEEeeeeeeEEEEllllll Good....nanana nanana. I knew that would. SO GOOD! I'm just livin' it up now that I'm not nauseous anymore, and my brain has some serotonin pumpin again.
It's been too long.
So, sorry for the hiatus. I'll post pics later. I've still been reading everyone's blogs. Love 'em!
I credit it to being PREGNANT! Yeah, most Springfielders already know, but I still need to announce it. I'm due August 25th, and we find out if it's b/g April 2nd. Woo Nelly. I'm feeling it's a girl, but I am not allowing myself to think too far ahead with names and decor and girly activities, because that stuff makes me too anxious for a girl NOW, instead of SOMEDAY. So, we'll see. Either is great, though Jet's robot punching/fighting phase has me beggin' for some tea parties and doll houses.
So, January and February were tough. I was NOT myself. My life was nauseous, tired, and depressed. I remember singing "Peace in the Valley," for personal comfort, telling myself the agony would end. Then I would sing opening lines to "Like a Virgin," because it started with, "She made it through the wilderness somehow, she made it through..." and "I was beat...." which was me, but then the chorus would come and the whole, "Like a Virgin," just didn't really fit my circumstances. Then, I started feeling better. The sun was shining. Then, I got the stomach flu. BAD. Ya know how all that loveliness goes, so I won't describe, even though I truly love talking about bodily functions. After a week, I was feeling great, and almost back to normal. Then I had more energy, and I wasn't nauseous, and the house wasn't a disaster. Yay! Then, I got ANOTHER stomach flu. Chad took me to the ER when I couldn't keep down any fluids all day. It was my first time being the patient in the ER. Aaawww.....the luxury. Chad seems to find his way in there about every other year, so it was nice to be the sick/melodramatic one. : ) After a long weekend, I felt pretty good. My family took great care of me, and Chad spoiled me. After I'm sick for so long, I kinda forget how to thrive. I make it through the day, but not with much pizazz. Ya know? My mentality is still in sick mode, though my body isn't.
But now, I finally feeEEEEEEEeeeel good....na na na na! I FEEEEeeeeeeEEEEllllll Good....nanana nanana. I knew that would. SO GOOD! I'm just livin' it up now that I'm not nauseous anymore, and my brain has some serotonin pumpin again.
It's been too long.
So, sorry for the hiatus. I'll post pics later. I've still been reading everyone's blogs. Love 'em!
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