As I’m nearing the end of my second pregnancy I’m reminiscing the year this was. I’m not one of those pregnancy unicorns, the ones who are happy through it all, feel beautiful & full of energy & promise, eat healthy & happy, have glowing skin & silken hair, who model the latest pregnancy fashion, go on fantastic vacations & photo shoots, who look like goddesses bestowed by God to carry out this powerful miracle of nature, a vessel of motherhood, an ethereal angel worthy of awe and respect, divine & blessed. Heck I’m not even a step down from a unicorn. Would that be a horse or ok let’s say a donkey. I’m not even the donkey. I’m one of those miserable and pregnant women who feel like crap, the trauma is so overwhelming it clouds all that is beautiful in the end. It takes away the wonder and leaves you with a beaten up body & psyche and you look the part.
What started shortly before the Oscars is now going to come to completion a few weeks after the Emmys. Yes, I’ve been terribly bored despite all the chaos in the past 9 months & I’ve fed my mind senseless idiot box fodder to keep afloat. I haven’t been able to focus enough to read even a single book. So much for my reading aspirations this year. I’ve had the attention span of a squirrel in the summertime. I could barely even stay on one channel for long. I remember just getting back from a dear friend’s wedding in L.A. I started feeling sick right after we got into a chic bistro catering to hollywood celebrities. I had no patience for them. I could care less if Matt Bomer was taking my order. My stomach was in knots and I needed to eat right away. I was pregnant and all the unpleasantness I forgot about the first pregnancy came crashing back in waves of nausea. I puked a few times back home before catching the Oscars. And then I declined pretty fast. Within a week I couldn’t work, not even from my bed. It hit me hard.
2013 though not the worst year for me by any means has certainly been one of the most physically brutal, mentally and emotionally exhausting roller coaster of a year.
Late in Dec 2012 we started tinkering with the idea of a possible move to Austin. Come 2013 and things started moving so fast we’re still trying to catch our breath. Of course my husband’s offer came through & we were forced to put our house on the market immediately. A few open houses later is when I fell sick! Luckily someone put in an offer. Within a month the house sold, I had to quit due to my condition and we had to move out. Next our cousins 2 hours away take us in because I’m not up to traveling yet. Six weeks in we fly to Austin to an apartment, find a home and 2 months later we move into our new house. All this with a burgeoning belly, a husband who we saw only on the weekends till we moved to Austin, drivers licenses, school for our daughter, doctors and about 500 boxes as part of our move. It’s been a month now.
As if things weren’t challenging enough we bought a smaller sized home and had to work on cutting out the crap we accumulated over the years. So, a nice de-cluttering project whilst we prepare the house for the new baby.
The light at the end of this tunnel was that we moved to Austin. It’s been a wonderful, welcoming place. We’ve made more friends here and socialized more amidst the chaos and short span of time than we did in a year at our previous residence. It is fall, my favorite season of the year now and the weather has cooled down, the only downside here being the scorching summer heat. Both my babies will be Fall babies as my second is due in a few weeks. After what we’ve been through this year a crying baby and sleepless nights don’t seem as daunting. We’re welcoming it all as we settle into our new way of life here. It’s calm and peaceful and we’re grateful we survived!