Pretty busy at the moment but just wanted to check in and let you know all’s well — with me, with the pregnancy, and with moving — but things are really beginning to pick up steam. Therefore I haven’t had time to update here. We are planning to move in just a few short weeks and that has had the bulk of my attention. Well, that and dealing with a couple of health issues and nausea.

My eating and exercise have been pretty much on the back burner. Not terrible, but not perfect either — but it’s just going to be less-than-perfect for a while while I deal with the front-burner concerns.

I’ve been trying to come up with some way to describe how I’ve been feeling lately. The ones that seem to come close are: unstable, up-in-the-air, nauseous, and un-hinged. I feel like I’m grasping a piece of wood, floating in the middle of the ocean, trying desperately to hang on while the waves take me up and down, up and down. Yet, somehow — maybe because I’m floating in mother ocean — I am relatively at peace with everything. Except when I am not.

Here’s what I think about these days: I don’t know where I’ll be living in 2 months. (Hopefully, the answer to that mystery will become more clear this weekend, when hubby looks at rentals in a serious way. )Meanwhile, I’m muddling through the business of taking care of our very boisterous son, who seems to be becoming increasingly difficult, maybe partly due to his extended separation from his father. Then, there’s that other little responsibility, the life that is apparently growing inside me and causing lots of nausea — which I can’t talk about to anyone other than my husband (and you). So, I’m forced to go about my business with work, with my son, and with everyone I talk to, pretending to be just fine and normal…. when I feel anything but.

Eating is fine (=mostly healthy & nutritious), and I’ve just gotten back from a run/walk, so I’m trying to keep up the exercise, too. My little feedback note from TBT today actually told me I wasn’t eating enough. (A first!) Well, between nausea and the lingering effects of this cold (no smell = little taste), I’m just not that hungry these days. However, I did eat a pomegranate this morning. Very interesting.

Well, um… what a week. I think I am through it, except, of course, the everlasting repercussions of being pregnant, which I have totally not begun to come to terms with. Denial, it is my friend. At least the part of the time when I’m not avoiding alcohol and taking my daily pre-natal vitamin.

DietGirl seems to make a very timely point today, when she says the key to successfully making “lifestyle changes” is the ability to adapt. When to zig? When to zag? This week, for me, it’s been about getting over my illness and my son’s illness — his illness affects me tremendously when it comes to sleeping and/or getting up early, given that he has been spending most nights in bed with me. Can I slip out from under his head and disentangle his little hands and arms without waking him? Because once he’s awake, exercise (”me” time) is pretty much out of the question.

Meanwhile, we are still shooting for moving at the end of November. Of course, we don’t have a place to live; we don’t have a place for the boy to go to day care/pre school; and we are nowhere near to even beginning to pack. And, yet, there is that goal. Partly because I am completely sick of being apart from my husband. And I’m just ready to get it over with.