The First Trimester Wilt

*Clears cobwebs from desk and blows dust off keyboard…*

Hello, long lost forgotten and neglected blog. How I have missed you…but it seems the first trimester of pregnancy is no place for productivity or to-do-list-ticking-off or creative juices a’flowing. Oh no.

Much like my poor garden in the Summer heat, my roses and hydrangeas and salvias…I have wilted. Every afternoon, I wilt. To begin with, and even still now at 16 weeks, this pregnancy has been so far very similar to my pregnancy with Eleanor. I am sure though that I’m much more tired with a toddler to entertain, as to be expected. And I am also sure that I started feeling better by about 14 weeks with Eleanor’s pregnancy. Today I made an executive decision: to the chemist for some anti-nausea medication. It had to be done.

Everybody asks “how are you feeling?” and I chirp back “oh good, just tired and feeling a bit off y’know…” as I know there are plenty of other pregnant women permanently attached to a bucket or unable to even function in the first trimester. So I’m lucky, I know. But I’m still wallowing in my self pity over here. Waaaaa!!! I have definitely turned a corner though, yet still it lingers. Blergh.

And blowing the dust and cobwebs off my desk is not entirely true – I’ve been working a lot lately, editing editing editing weddings which I shot before Christmas. Working away with a busy toddler trying to ‘help’ also has been, ahem, fun. Every day I think “I’ll definitely do all my work in Eleanor’s sleep time today”…and then I just need to rest. Every. Single. Day. Eleanor has become well acquainted with ABC Kids and some fairly unexciting eggs on toast dinners have been happening. Not much sewing, not much crocheting, not much gardening, not much blogging as a result. Boo!

So, not much is getting done here. Not much at all. I am wading through the photos, the toddler entertainment, the general running of a household and garden and life. I have so much I want to do for She Sows Seeds and all you lovely people here in 2016…but at the same time I’m trying to listen to my body, and my babies, both of them – one who (apparently) needs her mummy to read her Humpty Dumpty for the eleventy billionth time today on a couch which she can’t climb up onto yet, and one who squirms around at night and keeps me up with crazy insomnia, exhausting me before they’ve even arrived. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Second trimester energy burst, where for art thou?!