You're pregnant. Again?

The varied reactions to our Pregnancy Announcement has cracked me up.

Yes, we've gotten many thrilled reactions. And then there have been some who try to cover their shock with a polite smile and a congratulations. Some go on and on about how they hope, for the love of God, that this will finally be The Boy. Because, you know, that would be our goal here. *tease* One person, who was truly excited, looked at me and said, "Well, aren't you just a Fertile Myrtle". That one cracked me up. (She's so cute!) And yes, I suppose I am. ;)

But of all the reactions that Jet got from announcing the pregnancy, one of my favorites has been:

Doesn't she get tired of being pregnant?!

I have to admit when Jet relayed this comment to me (and he couldn't remember the commenter), I couldn't help but to laugh.

But for the sake of those who truly want a concise, clear answer... let's pause and take a closer look at this one, shall we?

While there are those who speak fondly of the Pregnancy Glow and hold dear the feeling of being one with God as body and Spirit work together to create life, I... Well, I'll just say, I am not one of those people.

At least not in my present frame of First Trimester Mindedness.

You see, the inability to eat... though it may very well hold its place as a time-tested diet among the Hollywood population... does not appeal to me. I happen to like food and the subsequent eating of it.

And when I am finally able to eat or drink, I'm not partial to the sudden on-set of bulemic tendences my body adopts. I find no pleasure in toilet-hugging. For months at a time. Maybe this is just me?

And let me just say that "Morning Sickness" is a cruel misnomer. Morning, Noon, and Night in this house, baby! *groan* So for the present day, I am always starving, yet completely incapable of eating. The combination drives me to tears.

And while I'm on the whole topic of food... the whole craving thing really baffles me. I'll crave a food. Say a kiwi. Then, if I cannot get that kiwi within a small span of time, my body rejects the idea and suddenly goes violently sick.

But the flip side of the coin isn't much better.

For if I am able to get ahold of the desired food in time, it comes right. back. up.

Thus, forever crossing itself off from the Foods-I-can-eat-While-Pregnant List. Why is that?! Why do I crave food only to have it forever banned from my ability to stomach it?!

In fact, I still suffer from nausea just hearing the word "brisket." When I was pregnant with Selah (in Texas), I was extremely sick. I'd never had brisket before...never even heard of it. I tried it and ...well, I'll just say I can't even hear someone mention the vile stuff without having flashbacks and a slight turn of my stomach.

Ick. Moving on.

Now whereas my sudden ability to burp like a trucker may, in fact, win me prizes in circles I'd rather not associate, it does not win me romantic favor in the eyes of my dear husband. And though I'd like to think he's turned on by me regardless of the circumstances, I highly doubt that my new-found talent wins me the "Hubba Hubba" award from the only one whom I want to attract.

And that pregnancy glow everyone speaks of? Yeah not so much for me. I get the pregnancy break out. The fun little thing that happens because my hormones are all across the board. Yippee.

Need I go on? I wear pregnancy well, don't I?

But if my sudden fall from Attractiveness isn't enough to put our little Love Relationship out of whack for a season...the following deals it a Death Blow.

My nose.

No, not the look of it. But the sudden strength of it's smelling receptors. :( During one pregnancy, I literally couldn't take the smell of... my husband.

Not that he was exuding offending smells. He was not. It was just him. His skin. His deodorant. His...everything. Nice, huh? Not really top on my priority list to have to shout, "Ugh, get away from me or I'll throw up." Doesn't do so much for the hub's confidence level, now does it? (sorry hon)

Can you picture it now? I'm looking fairly scary. I sound like a trucker on chili and coke. I'm hugging the porcelain throne on an hourly basis. And then to add insult to injury...I tell my husband that HE smells bad.


So yes, for the person asking Jet about my potential tiring of pregnancy... I. am. beyond. tired.

Admittedly, during the whole first trimester's explosive Shock and Awe of Hormonal Imbalance, I always play with the thoughts of "maybe this will be my last one?!"

BUT. I do have to say that the Little Treasure that is birthed from the whole experience is priceless. And that is THE ONLY REASON why I won't make any rash decisions regarding the future size of our family.

Because my heart is to have a large family. Well...at least until the third trimester. That's when heartburn kicks in. And at that point, my heart tends to agree with my stomach, who just wants to forego the thing all together. Now...if only pregnancy consisted of three 2nd-trimesters, I'd be good to go.

There now. Does that answer your question? *wink*

This is Fertile Myrtle reporting. And Signing off ....to go throw up.