Knitless

The days of perpetual exhaustion and queasiness continue. I eat three lunches (10, noon and 2), and take two naps (mid-afternoon and early evening), and am in bed before 9. I am lucky if I can stomach a few bites of dinner. I can frequently be found moaning on the sofa, and at rare times, on the bathroom floor. I am starting to envy those women that throw up every morning then go through the rest of the day feeling fine.

And worst of all, my darling husband is started to wonder if I am "slacking". Ok, I realize the laundry is piling up, all flat surfaces are covered with unknown rubble, and we haven't had a decent dinner in two weeks (unless the frozen pizza counts. . .), but I assure you I am NOT slacking. If I were slacking, using the fact that my body is expending an incredible amount of energy to incubate our child as an excuse, I would be doing things I like to do. I would read or knit while I rested on the sofa. I certainly would manage to stay awake during a one-hour TV program.

Men!

And no, I haven't knit anything in two weeks. Not a single stitch. Nadda. Zero. Zilch.

So, dear, since you have a three-week holiday shutdown, what do you plan on doing after I leave for work every day?

This tirade has been brought to you by your local pregnant knitting society. Please note that tomorrow, I will be back to normal, or what passes for normal these days. T minus five weeks til the 2nd trimester and counting.

Today, it is all about the venting.