Surpirse! I'm pregnant!

Dear my back pain, my tummy aches, my throbbing head, my hormones. I understand that all of this is necessary in brewing a perfect little miracle baby, but an opportunity to feel okay… notice I didn’t say great, I used “okay”, I’m realistic here, feeling just “okay”… that would just be fabulous. This nothing tastes good, milk makes me puke, sunlight hurts my head thing we’re doing, all while feeling like I’ve gotten zero sleep, and chasing a toddler… has to stop. It’s not working for me. So can we figure something out?
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Body.

SO yea… guess what… I’m pregnant! Child number two is baking away. Part of me is beyond excited—the other is gluten for punishment. I mean my first pregnancy wasn’t a walk in the park. I think the hospital staff saw me more than my family, and I lost 40lbs, which would be a bonus if I wasn’t oh I don’t know… pregnant. So now I’m in week 6. Thought I’d actually some how escaped the morning sickness bit because I was doing so well. It should be known that with my daughter, I was beyond sick from like week 3 to the end. And yes, I found out that early because I was THAT sick. With this bit of information under my belt I was really looking forward to not being ill. They say, “every pregnancy is different” I keep praying for that each visit to the porcelain goddess I make.
Whatever that hormone released after childbirth to make you almost forget your entire pregnancy and delivery… yea… that hormone is STRONG. My daughter is only 14 months and I REALLY forgot. Plus it is now my current belief that moms deserve metals, awards, and trophies, whatever we can get for raising children while being pregnant. I mean is this gods joke on us? How are you suppose to sleep and relax while chasing kids, cleaning, cooking, teaching, working, providing your taxi service to activities. I mean your not suppose to drink coffee, but your body is working over time trying to keep up on a normal day, that “normal day” I speak of is without bun in the oven. On a pregnant day… it’s worse. An IV connection to caffeine wouldn’t’ be enough to keep your eyes open after your daily routine. So I consider… a Nanny. And then… I feel guilty. Like I’m some defective breed of mother. However, if my daughter were entertained by what most kids are, then perhaps there wouldn’t be such a strong consideration, but in my case her most favorite thing to do is play with me. When I don’t feel like playing… the world comes to an end. Oh jeez look what I’ve done… *A is finally napping, which is good catch up sleep for me, and I’m writing. With that I bid this blog a farewell. Naptime must commence… now.