As if the typical pregnancy symptoms haven't been enough to throw me over the edge, add in the fact that I have somehow managed to injure my neck. How? No clue. It has been the weirdest thing. I have had to see a Chiropractor almost every day just to stay somewhat functioning. He says the disks in my neck are inflamed from the pressure of my mis-curved spine and that is what is causing the pain. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
In the past 2 months I have battled every sickness imaginable... from the worst cold of my life (times 2), and the stomach flu (which landed me in the ER.) I swear it never ends. And of course, being pregnant, I can't take any drugs to take the edge off, instead I get to suffer. Yep, just suffer.
The month of January is always the worst month of my life, and this January has been no different. Not only do I have all my 4th quarter tax returns to complete, but I also get the joy of compiling and processing over 750 W-2's. 750. That is almost double what I did last year. Yippee! Shoot me.
Okay, and seriously, I hate the cold. Hate it. I am not functioning this winter - at all. Richfield is sooooo much colder than anywhere I have ever lived. It is bitter cold. Miserable cold. Shoot me cold. I want to move back to sunny St. George, just for the winter, then I will love Richfield again.
I am in that stage of pregnancy where my emotions/hormones are off the chart. Up, down, and all around. I am happy one minute and crying the next. Normal everyday tasks, such as a sink of dishes, seriously brings me to tears. I remember going through this when I was pregnant with Avery - and it wasn't pretty. Poor Kurt.
And in the midst of all this misery, I get to chase around an adorable almost-2-year-old in the middle of it. And even though this cutie pie of a little girl brings an instant smile to my gloomy face, and helps me see the light at the end of the tunnel, I do admit to being a not-so-good mom through all of it. Patience, where are you? I need you.
I will end with some wonderfulness... the referred upon cutie pie herself. She is adorable, and hilarious, and full of an incredible amount of personality. Sadly, this picture is a perfect example of the neglectful mother I have been. No pants, hair in her eyes... bad mom, very bad mom. I do love her to pieces though, and continue to promise her everyday that happy mommy will soon resurface.
2 comments:
You poor thing. I can't even imagine the misery of neck pain on top of all your other stuff. It kind of makes me want to cry. That doesn't help much, though, does it?
I love you just the same. And luckily Avery doesn't think you're a bad mom. Heck, she probably loves not wearing pants and pushing around 4 toys in her stroller. :)
Take care of yourself!
did you ever ask about the acupuncture??? I swear it will help!!
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