I'm one of those women who doesn't like to make very many sacrifices. I do when I have to - like all through Ted's return to schooling, I think I bought myself about 6 things. In three years. Ridiculous. It's just that most of the time, I like to keep things the way they are, maintain the status quo.
When I was contemplating getting pregnant again (um, a year and half ago) I made some stipulations with Ted. I needed some help. Possibly hired help. It's awfully hard to get motivated when you're pregnant, especially in the first trimester.
What did I want help with? I thought about that. Did I need the occasional house cleaning help? Maybe "alone" time just to be able to do things in my house... so, babysitting? But know what I struggle with the most? Cooking. It's SO SAD becuase, normally, I LOVE to cook. But when I'm pregnant, it takes an act of God, nearly, to entice me to cook. I probably cook 4 dinners a week while breakfast and lunches comes from boxes (think: cereal, mac & cheese, lunch-ables).
The thing I wanted most was the ability to eat out ocasionally - to splurge every so often. I wanted to be able to get Subway or pizza that I didn't make from scratch or heat my house to cook.
And, mostly, I got it. We probably get dinner out once every other week - which is a huge improvement on our once every third month or so before I was pregnant. And the rest of the time, Ted helps out. Once, my mother-in-law even helped with dinner. She doesn't really cook (apparently) so that was nice.
Am I the only one who was thinking this way? Am I just super selfish to think that I needed some sort of accommodation to get me through this? Who else has felt this way and what did you wish for?
Saturday
Along came Three
Eloquently written by
Kelly
on
8/04/2012
Labels: Third times the charm, true confessions of a twentysomething mother
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When I am tired and starving I have a tendency to want to eat out as well. So, when I was pregnant with #2, and not feeling gross, I would want to eat out. It happens now too, like when Wes is out of town. We kind of plan for me to eat out a couple of times when he is gone, like he was for a week this past week. It's a little something to look forward to. And, by the way, I did end up being able to go out and get some ice cream after Wes got home. Mmmm...bluebell...
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