Third time's a bust..

I love being pregnant. At least I thought I did. Do I remember that far back?

First five years ago, and then three?

I do recall my first pregnancy with my son. I was 19 and skinny and fit and, if I may say so, pretty freakin cute. At least that's what everyone was saying... I loved it and I was hardly sick and I thought, " this is a piece of cake!!"

And then I gave birth... with no drugs.

I think I was in some mountain woman frame of mind where I thought that if my ancestors could do it, by George, so could I!

Boy, did their lives suck!

And baby number two.

I was excited, I was happy, I was not in as great shape as I used to be.

And we had stairs!

So, I spent a lot of time throwing things up to the top of those stairs and finding good excuses as to why The Man needed to go up there. " Oh and could you pick up that stuff that seems to be accumulating around the the last couple of steps? No, I have no idea how it all got there."

I was never really sick, nauseous yes. But in general, it was a pleasant experience.

And now we come to prego Ashleigh round three.

I won't even sugar coat it and say I'm a little behind in my exercise, or that I'm just not 19 anymore. I am fat people, big. I can not go up and down my now hated stair case more than twice in a row without stopping to catch my breath. Its sad, I know..but you have seen those stats I posted over there. I'm not as little as I once was. ( though since I got pregnant I have lost six pounds..)

This pregnancy is killing me!

I have never felt so much like a piece of doggy poo in my entire life. And If I have, it definitely didn't last this long! I can hardly eat anything, the smells alone make me want to run screaming for the sanctuary of the toilet bowl. I have no energy and my husband doesn't remember what I used to look like, pre- all day PJ's and hair from the Adams family.

He does however think its funny to casually suggest that twice as sick might mean twice as many babies in there.

I casually suggested he shove that comment somewhere where it might help him to know what it would feel like to give birth to those two babies.

Anyway, why am I laying this all out for you? Why am I dumping my load. Well, because it feels better to do it, darn it and I want everyone to know that I am not ignoring them or finding new friends who are cooler and more fun. Oh no, I would never.....


I'm just sick out of my mind and the thought of leaving the house and having fun just makes me want to vomit.

It also makes it hard to want to sit in one place staring at a computer screen and trying to come up with something witty and funny enough to entertain you all so you'll want to keep coming back. I JUST CAN'T HANDLE THE PRESSURE!

Plus, my hormones have a mind of their own and I can't be held responsible for what I might say or do! ;-)

So there might be a lag in posting, if you haven't already noticed. Hopefully in about one month( and then six months after that..) this will all just be a remnant of some horrible nightmare, bits and pieces of which I can remember, but most of it blessedly gone from memory. Its Heavenly Fathers sneaky way of tricking us into having more children. ;-)

Keep your heads up and send " feel better and lets hang out" vibes my way and soon Ashleigh will be back to her old self again! Only just a lot fatter.....