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I know, I know... I've been a terrible updater.
But between getting last minute plans done for the wedding, the actual thing, and spending as much time as possible with my new husband, updating this journal sort of drifted my mind. Everything seems so unreal now, down to the new ring on my finger. As if I am experiencing living with Jean for the first time again. It's refreshing and new and so different. Now my grandfather calls me daily, to see how Jean and I are doing, and how I am doing with his great grand child.
But today, he said something and I knew he was partly joking, but he was really right.
Grandfather: So now that you are pregnant, you can learn how to enjoy life.
Me: How so?
Grandfather: I mean, you have a full excuse to put up your feet and smell the roses. Well, that considers moving. On second thought, sit down, watch the news and eat ice cream. Enjoy the nice nine month break from the norm. You know, be lazy.
I almost questioned what to do when you're lazy, but that would just sound out of play. But I guess he's right. My doctor told me to take it easy now, or at least until I'm further along to avoid any problems or even cause a miscarriage. I don't want to let Jean down, again so I'm trying my best to not be up and moving and doing too many things at once. Jean even helps me, and he reads some articles from the newspaper out loud, while I'm told there to just sit there and take in what he is saying. It works.
But having this week off from work, I realized that my mind and body is shifting towards a new spectrum. I used to want to eat all the time, and now I can't even look at food without feeling nauseated. I've been following my doctor's orders and eating ever half-an-hour just to keep myself from getting nauseated, but it's not helping. I miss being able to see food and smell it and eat it, as pathetic as it sounds. I can't even smell milk without gagging. I really do hate it. Hopefully it passes soon and I can enjoy smelling food as much as eating it. I don't know how I'm going to survive at work now, due to I always catch what they are cooking for lunch that day.
.. I don't want to think about it.
Well, I'm going to go and try and finish this book before going to bed, though I doubt I will. The words always mesh into tiny little black blocks and I can't focus on what's going on. Sigh. Everything is a new experience.
~Riza
But between getting last minute plans done for the wedding, the actual thing, and spending as much time as possible with my new husband, updating this journal sort of drifted my mind. Everything seems so unreal now, down to the new ring on my finger. As if I am experiencing living with Jean for the first time again. It's refreshing and new and so different. Now my grandfather calls me daily, to see how Jean and I are doing, and how I am doing with his great grand child.
But today, he said something and I knew he was partly joking, but he was really right.
Grandfather: So now that you are pregnant, you can learn how to enjoy life.
Me: How so?
Grandfather: I mean, you have a full excuse to put up your feet and smell the roses. Well, that considers moving. On second thought, sit down, watch the news and eat ice cream. Enjoy the nice nine month break from the norm. You know, be lazy.
I almost questioned what to do when you're lazy, but that would just sound out of play. But I guess he's right. My doctor told me to take it easy now, or at least until I'm further along to avoid any problems or even cause a miscarriage. I don't want to let Jean down, again so I'm trying my best to not be up and moving and doing too many things at once. Jean even helps me, and he reads some articles from the newspaper out loud, while I'm told there to just sit there and take in what he is saying. It works.
But having this week off from work, I realized that my mind and body is shifting towards a new spectrum. I used to want to eat all the time, and now I can't even look at food without feeling nauseated. I've been following my doctor's orders and eating ever half-an-hour just to keep myself from getting nauseated, but it's not helping. I miss being able to see food and smell it and eat it, as pathetic as it sounds. I can't even smell milk without gagging. I really do hate it. Hopefully it passes soon and I can enjoy smelling food as much as eating it. I don't know how I'm going to survive at work now, due to I always catch what they are cooking for lunch that day.
.. I don't want to think about it.
Well, I'm going to go and try and finish this book before going to bed, though I doubt I will. The words always mesh into tiny little black blocks and I can't focus on what's going on. Sigh. Everything is a new experience.
~Riza