Long Time No Blog October 12, 2009

But I’ve been busy.  Busy getting knocked up.  Okay, that was a tad inappropriate for a ‘professional’ blog.  But it’s true.  I’m pregnant!  And this little peanut is kicking my booty.  My previous two were super easy.  But this blessing from above has proven herself to be more of a challenge.  Notice how I’ve given my fetus a sex already…I really don’t know.  I’ve been nauseated like you wouldn’t believe.  It all started the night I went to Greek Fest in Long Beach….oh, I was excited to relive last year’s night of glutenous binge on Greek food, minus the drink.  It’s not just the Mediterranean in me.  Straight up, Greek food is the bomb.  So, I was very disappointed that it was thee night the peuking began.  Two times, to be exact.  The women in the ladies’ room probably shrugged me off as a trashy drunk with little care of who heard me hurl what ever it was I was hurling.  Needless to say, my compassion level has gone way up for all of ya’ll first trimester hurlers.  And for ya first, second AND third trimesters ones…I don’t know how you do it. 

I’ve been thankful that the Lord has given me a break from doula-ing.  I’m banking that this is just a first trimester thing.  I’m twelve weeks prego…so, it’s only a matter of time, right?  If I’m not good by early November, well, there’s not much to say. 

SO, “how does a doula doula when pregnant’, you might as ask.  I speak from experience.  Last pregnancy, my last client labored & delivered when I was 36 weeks (I also had births at 14, 26 and 32 weeks).  And yes, there were more said boundaries and limitations.  Let me enlighten you:  I would eat as soon as I started to feel hungry, drink way more water than I normally would,  would sit with laboring mama rather than stand,  and slept when mama slept.  I was also very fortunate to have dads that would volunteer me into breaks.  Normally, I’d be like, “No, no…YOU take a break.”  But when you’re growing a baby, you’ve gotta squash pride.  It made me a better doula.  One of the drawbacks was that I had to excuse myself more often because I was peeing like there was no tomorrow.  My kidneys liked that.  And the awesome part was that both parents were more than happy to see me fueled up and recoup.  They were so accommodating.  That speaks volumes when you’re in labor!  They saw me taking care of my baby as they were about to meet their’s…pretty surreal. 

I intend on following the same protocol when future births arise.  I will have to be willing to adjust and be flexible to my needs and my baby’s.  That is if I’m a first trimester hurler…c’mon November!!!

Thank you for your affirmations, support and coveted prayers.  Keith and I are very happy and feel extremely blessed that God is taking us on this journey once again.  Through the sickness, I still love being pregnant and feel so connected to my peanut.  No doubt, this is a miracle!

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