My lovely little parasite has been sucking the life out of me. Third time is certainly NOT a charm when it comes to pregnancy. No matter how much love I already have for my little man, it doesn't change how incredibly hard it has been on both my body and mind this time around.
...BUT…the sun is shining and through all my aches, pains and sickness (yes, there is still much sickness) I'm feeling more positive than I have been in months. I'm snapping far less (my poor husband and kids haven't had happy go lucky mummy in a while) and I'm finding the spring in my step as the blossom starts to come out. ….not a literal spring though, after royally buggering up my pelvis a few weeks ago. As the sun shines on and the sky is blue I find myself smiling far more, and my motivation is coming back.
Now I'm feeling more like "me" it makes me realise how unlike myself I've been.
This afternoon, after putting the Tiny man up for his nap I made a cup of tea and took my poor forgotten blanket outside and crocheted a few rows in the sun, whilst throwing a ball for Lucy pup (who is no longer such a puppy).
I certainly have my "positive" hat on today…and it's relieving to feel (and with only 12 weeks left until we are due to welcome this little man into our lives, it's a feeling I needed to feel, because after all, we're incredibly lucky to have our (soon to be) 3 little boys.)