I started taking Reglan, which is an anti-nausea med, and it’s made an enormous difference. I feel a LOT better. I haven’t taken it yet this morning, just because today I’m officially ten weeks, and am feeling a little insecure because that’s when I miscarried. So I waited until I could really “feel pregnant” and I’m happy to report that the nausea is here full force. I think I’m safe to take the medication and feel better now. It’s amazing what a difference it makes, I feel so much more like me. I’m actually doing stuff, cleaning up the clutter and making the house look lovely again. When it was at it’s worst (the nausea), all I could manage was dishes and laundry – and even that was pretty haphazard and incomplete.
In other news… kids are both doing amazingly well. Sam, the other day, was sitting in the backseat quoting an old Johnny Carson interview with the director of Godzilla or King Kong (this is a Marc thing – Marc says it a lot randomly and Sam picked it up) “Monkey die, everybody cry.” He says it in this odd little accent and it was adorable in an weird sort of way. Anyway, so he’s back there, repeating over and over again “Monkey cry, everybody die” and making Jessie and Marc laugh. Finally he says plaintively “Mommy, how do you get things out of your head?” because he couldn’t figure out how to stop saying it. Maybe you had to be there, but it was so funny. How do you get things out of your head? Don’t we all struggle with that :-)?
Jess is really developing into this little personality. And as much as I hesitate to say this in front of her, because I don’t want her to feel like she has no choice but to mirror me – she reminds me SO much of myself at her age. She dances to the beat of her own drummer. I watch her in social situations, at Hebrew School or at recess when I go in to cover her teacher’s lunch break, and she’s so confident and secure – but so not a joiner. She’s in her own world, and happy there. It’s not that she doesn’t like the other kids, and I don’t get the sense that anyone is mean to her or excludes her, but she’s happier not being a part of the group. Whatever it is, she’s just in her own little world, either taking care of someone younger (she does that a lot), or just doing her own thing. I worried about it for a while – why isn’t my daughter popular??? But it’s not that she’s unpopular, she gets along fine with the other kids. They all yell hi to her when we’re walking to the car from school, she hollers back with enthusiasm, she seems perfectly content, but really – she’s not a leader. Not a follower either – she’s delightfully just Jessica. Light years ahead of where I was socially at that age, I think I was much more insecure at her age, it wasn’t until high school that I was really content with who I was and where I fit. She seems to be there already – and my only hope is that she always stays that happy with who she is.
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