12 weeks and counting

DISCLAIMER: Before reading this, please know that I am really not complaining. I have this dream of turning our blog into a book/family journal so I am trying to document things that I want to go into that book. There are so many times that I wish I had written about my previous pregnancies. Or, that my mom had documented hers. It would be so helpful right now. So, really, I'm not complaining. Only documenting.


So, I am 12 weeks pregnant now. I feel like this should be some kind of milestone. Isn't this the magical week where all sickness disappears? Unfortunately, mine is still here. Although I will say that I have had a few intermittent good days. I think I wouldn't be surviving at all if I didn't.


This morning I woke up feeling really nauseated. The kind of morning that I have to run and throw up even before getting any food in my stomach. So, I thought I better take my breakfast in bed, which I haven't had to do for weeks. I always take the anti-nausea medicine with my breakfast cereal, so of all meals, I really try to hold that one down. The day just isn't as good if I start by throwing up the very medicine that is supposed to stop me from throwing up.

As I lay in bed, I really thought the kids were being pretty good. They were downstairs playing. At 10:30 I finally decided that I needed to drag myself out of bed and start some semblance of a day. I had to go downstairs and dig through the 7 baskets of clean, but still unfolded laundry, to find some clothes. I peaked in the family room and this is what I discovered:

We have this toy sorting system at our house. We have 3 big toy boxes that are supposed to be equally divided with toys. Every few weeks or so, I trade toy boxes. It really helps the kids not get too bored with their toys. Well, in my state of nauseousness this morning, the kids got all 3 toy boxes out and completely emptied them. At least they had fun. I hope that in 10 years when Bria is 15, I can look back on this and laugh that my daily struggles were so simple.


There is definitely good and bad that go along with feeling sick.
Good: I have found a new love for Food Network.
Bad: I think the Fed Ex guy thinks I'm mentally ill. I'm usually still in PJ's when he comes and he has recently resorted to doorbell ditching the packages.
Good: I'm saving tons of money on makeup.
Bad: We're spending more money on Papa Murphy's, McDonald's or anyone else that can provide a cheap, already made meal.
Good: Plenty of time to snuggle with the kiddos
Bad: Finding out that the kids helped themselves to seconds of cereal, this time topped with chocolate and strawberry syrup (with a goopy trail leading straight to the fridge).
Good: Lots of time to catch up with working on the computer (mostly business stuff that's been put off forever).
Bad: Lots of unfinished, or halfway done chores. Thank goodness for Dave, or our house would have fallen apart.


I know things will get better. And really, it shouldn't be too much longer before I finally feel good again. But, from today it feels like it's gonna be forever. Even 3 more weeks sounds like more than I can bear. I have been sick for 7 weeks now which, if you aren't counting, is all of 2009.


I will say that I have a huge appreciation for moms who have 3 or more children. Some women are really amazing!!! Hopefully I can get there someday myself. But, in the meantime, I'm going to sip on some more Ginger Ale, which I can't decide if it's really helping be less nauseated, but it sure does taste good!