Domestic Goddess Who?

Where has time gone? I can't believe that my baby girl will soon be 6 months old. As a stay-at-home mom, time is sometimes the enemy and creeps on you without mercy. So many things to do around the house and yet, so little time. The Sahara desert has taken residence in my bookshelf. My precious books haven't been touched in months. The Baby First Album remains empty, so does my wedding one for that matter (shameful, I know). Alas, the domestic goddess in me is suffering from domestic mortality.  Even the plants are fighting an untimely death (the weather doesn't help). I tell myself that when she is old enough for daycare, I will reclaim the projects and ideas that are simmering inside my head eager to see the light of day. Until then, I just need to come up for air periodically and wait for the tide to turn.

But what mother would be so foolish as to wish for their children to grow up quickly? That's just insane right? Well, sometimes in the deep,dark sleep-deprived mindless nights, I secretly wish she was 10 years old and someone I can have a partially intellectual conversation with about, well, time.  I know, this too will have its time in the future, so for now I just have to sit tight, keep coming up for air and continue to guard the domestic goddess's torch in hopes that she'll be willing to shed some light into the struggles of managing time and creativity around a 6 month old baby, who happens to me my life.

It's not so hot!

Today was the first time I could not drink my morning cup of espresso. I waited a few days to write this new post in order to keep up with the wave of symptoms I’m now struggling with. Last week I wrote that I hadn’t felt any discomfort. But that was last week. This week has been marred with nausea and sleepiness, or what the experts call “extreme fatigue.” You feel like you want to lie down immediately. My biggest fear is falling asleep in the metro and waking up in Maryland, although that wouldn’t be so bad, except having nausea as well and things get a little more complicated.

I start my day at around 8 a.m. I eat my cereal as usual, do some house chores, write for a while, then take the dog for a mid-morning walk. By 11 a.m. I feel exhausted, so I take a shower and lie down for an hour. Then wake up, prepare lunch, usually sandwich or salad or any dinner leftovers and then head off to work.

During the entire day, the morning sickness is there, mild but gnawing at the bottom of my stomach. Sometimes if I don’t put anything in my mouth it turns into heartburn. It only subsides when I nibble on something, usually a piece of fruit or cheese. By lunch time, it’s on full force and then it comes back again an hour after I have eaten. In the afternoons, my fatigue is so extreme I have to take a long walk around my building to avoid falling asleep at the desk chair. I cannot imagine enduring this for the next two months. It’s not so hot being pregnant right now.