I remember earlier this year I asked Kat if they were thinking of starting a family. They hadn’t, largely because of the uncertainty having a child brings - life as you know it is never, ever the same. And no one can tell you with any degree of certainty what the future holds.
You’d think the fear goes away after the first; after all, the first time doing anything is always the most fearfully exhilarating right? The whole having-a-kid business is different every single time. This time round, Faith is retching every ten minutes and feeling nauseated 24/7. I feel so helpless watching her bear the burden. I try my best to make sure that everything falls into place - that she gets the food she wants to eat, that Anne is taken care of, that the housework is done, trash is dumped … and with the immense pressure building up at work thanks to a tight deadline and halved resources, I find my grip on everything slipping, and it freaks me out.
I need to, as the old cliché goes, let God and let go.
Dude. I feel your pain. I’m trying to do this from the US! I agree.. let God and let go.
maybe it’s a boy this time? ;)
Hope Faith is feeling better. No, that nausea feeling is not pleasant at all, but by week 18 or so, or even earlier for others, she’ll likely feel all good again! Hang in there in the meanwhile! You all take care now!