I can do it!

Yep, that's what I keep telling myself...

I've learned over the past 6-8 months that I feel better and have more energy when I exercise...even if it's just going for a brisk walk, or jogging up and down the stairs...anything to get my blood flowing and some sweat a movin'. Well, because of the restrictions I'm under, I can't do any of that. I can't lift over 10 pounds, which means I can't even lift weights to give myself a workout. So for the past almost two months, I've been living a sedentary lifestyle. That, in combination with the meds, and I've gained 14 pounds already! (I feel huge!)

I went to Sam's Club today with the family, and we walked around long enough to get all of our shopping done for two weeks and then we stopped to pick up food on our way home. I was and am exhausted. I want to lay down and take a nap! This is not like me at all! I've had so much energy and been doing so well at working out. Now I'm a bum...or at least that's how I feel.

Speaking of bums...

Mine hurts! The past three shots I've given myself haven't gone so well. I don't know what the deal is. I can get the needle in without any issue, but about halfway through the shot, my muscle decides it can't handle anymore progesterone. The muscle starts to burn, and then my hip starts to ache (literally the hip, like near the bone, not the muscle), and last but not least, it starts to ache down my leg. I have two huge bruises, one on each butt cheek. I also have two huge knots that no matter how long I sit on the heating pad and massage them they won't go down. (Again, one on each butt cheek.) My lower back started to ache last night but I think that's because I have to twist into some weird positions in order to get the needle in. If Kenny's hands didn't shake when he gets near the needle, I'd have him start doing the injections. Oh well, this part is almost over!

I've had to work out new solutions for the morning sickness. Just when I think something works, like eating 8+ small meals a day, the little bean decides to throw me a curve ball and make me sick just after I've eaten something...or in the middle of the night. That's been the big thing lately. Waking up 15 times a night to vomit. I've started keeping pretzels and bottled water next to the bed. When I wake up feeling a bit nauseous, I take a swig of water, and eat a few pretzels...wait about three minutes and repeat. That usually works. A couple of nights ago I thought for sure I had the flu or something cause no matter what I did, I couldn't leave the bathroom I was so sick. I find it hilarious though when I think about it. Most women would be just finding out their pregnant. If I were in their shoes, I'd be calling the doctor and asking for the symptoms of swine flu, or setting up an appointment because I had the flu. That would be the time the doctor tells me I don't have the flu and to rest...and after another week when it didn't go away and I hadn't started my period, that would be when I realized that I was pregnant. Luckily I can skip all the extra steps and go straight to the "This kid hates me!" whining.

Either way, I'll deal with the nausea, and the exhaustion and the wishing I could soak in a tub, or work out (or *whispers* have s-e-x) and I'll do it all knowing that someday Joseph (the little bean) will be in his mother's arms where he belongs because of it.