Wednesday, September 16, 2009

At least I can still enjoy glee club style medleys

Everything I love has fallen into a state of neglect. My kids, my husband, my house, my garden, my blog. I just don't have the energy to do much more than lay around and try to work up the energy to get something to eat. When I try to eat I find that 95% of the time the sight and smell of food makes me sick and I have to go lay back down.

In the past several weeks I've lost 13 pounds and yet my pants are starting to get tight. My conclusion? The babies are growing while I continue to shrink. Now don't get me wrong, I don't think anyone would look at me and think "Oh my god! That girl needs to eat!" because I'm still fairly ... curvy. Losing weight when you're pregnant with twins though? Not a good idea. Not good for me and not good for the babies.

It's gotten to the point where people are bringing me food. My friend brought me the makings for buffalo chicken sandwiches. One of my aunts brought me a bunch of stuff for making dinners with. If I express the slightest interest in a certain food Jesse runs out and gets it. I think if I asked someone to peel me a grape they probably would. I would never do that though because the idea of eating a slimy peeled grape makes me want to gag.

I'm just so worn out and I want someone to promise me that it will pass. I want to know that someday I will have enough energy to do more than just lay on the couch, eating saltines and watching Golden Girls reruns. It will get better right? Right?

To make up for this horrible whining entry here's a neat video. You might enjoy it if you can get past this guy's horrible, crotch-cupping jeans.

This video makes me want to learn to beatbox. That would be a sight.

6 comments:

Michelle said...

woah! those pants are outta control!

susan said...

Well, I don't have twins in my belly, but I can promise with the arrogance of one enjoying the re-energized, non-pukey, glorious second trimester phase that it'll get better. But of course you know that, having done this a couple of times already. And then when you're all glowing and happy around 20-some weeks, I'll be whining about my hips (more than usual) and wondering if it will ever be time for this kid to come out. Ah, pregnancy. ;) Hang in there.

Sheri said...

I think they all have socks in their pants! Wild.....
Hope you feel better soon.

Ferdinand the Duck said...

What do you mean "get past"? The jeans are the best part.

Anonymous said...

I agree, those are definitely socks in the pants.!!

Judy, MIL

Chiara said...

I love acapella!