Okay, so that's how I feel, even if I'm not actually throwing up. Fortunately, I haven't, which is really great. BUT I also haven't been brushing my hair much...Yes, that is what I typed. It struck me as so funny that I'm leaving it. What I really meant was my teeth. I can't brush all my teeth, all the time. Anyone else get gaggy when they brush? (I havent been brushing my hair much either, but not because it makes me throw up. Hair does gross me out, but not usually my own and it doesnt usually make me throw up. Unless it's in food and then...keep it away from me.)
So this past week I have felt terrible. So terrible. I began wondering if I could even do this again. (And that's pretty bad for me...a friend said, "the baby machine"?) Maybe I'm too old for this. I was tired and sick all day long, like I had the flu or something. I couldn't do anything. It was a challenge just to change diapers around here. Much less wipe a behind. (If you see brown, roll it on down, right ladies?)
But then I started praying and realized I was spending a lot of time and energy complaining and whining and not enough time being grateful. So I changed it up a little.
Yes, I still felt terrible, but I became grateful that I knew my baby was okay. They say that morning sickness is a good sign. (Not that I usually care what "they" say.) I am grateful that I get to carry a new life and it was SO easy to get pregnant.
My older daughters are being so helpful. If there is a bad smell in the kitchen, or something gross, Kori tells me to stay out. And I can give her Asa's bottle and she will rinse it out and refill it...cause smelly milk always causes me to throw up. See how sweet she is????
Oh, and Jeff, are there rewards in heaven for husbands like him? Because I'm campaigning for him now, if there are. He comes home to a disarrayed house, his kids outside all dirty, hair and teeth not brushed, me still usually in my gown, and I beg to go to town to pick something up for dinner. (Nothing sounds good or tastes good and I don't want fast food. So he goes to two different places.) He doesn't say a word. He doesn't complain that he can't walk through the living room or wonder why Mill only has a pair of panties on or why Asa is eating dirt. (That boy loves to eat dirt.) He just quietly comes in giving hugs and kisses. Then asks if I need a bath or a nap. What did I do to deserve him???? (I forgot to mention how he's been wearing the same clothes for days at a time...or maybe he'd prefer that secret be kept secret.)
So see, the silver lining? Aren't I blessed? So what I can't get off the couch, I have SATELLITE. Hello? Where's the downside of that?
And then, lo and behold, I started feeling almost human. Was it the peanut butter I began eating for breakfast on my bagel? Was it going to sleep an hour earlier? Was it just praying to be thankful? Prayers of my friends? Or am I FINALLY (melodramatic? barely 2 weeks of bad morning sickness, that of course, isn't actually in the morning) through it???
How about you? How are you faring, pregnant mammas? Any announcements need to be made? Anyone about to start trying? I know I have one reader who is thinking about thinking about trying. How's that going?
Update us. If you have preggo pictures be sure and post those on your blogs and link back here. Now I do have a picture, but OF COURSE it's just me being fat. I think I'll pass on that one.