Looking up

Can I just tell you how nice it is to have energy again and not spend my day lying on the couch trying not to puke. I am finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and not a moment too soon.

We took a little vacation to Missouri from Thursday-Sunday. I was worried about going but my m/s has eased up enough that it wasn't a problem. I met up with my mom, dad and two little sisters. We visited my dad's side of the family and did some junkin'. And best of all I got a wonderful blessing from my father. We all had a great time. Even Jody enjoyed the trip.

The bad part of going on vacation is coming home. My house was a wreck. The day before we left, I was busy doing our Pinewood Derby Pack Meeting for Cub Scouts. I managed to wash a load of towels and dishes before we left so there was a lot to be done. Today I did 5 or so loads of laundry and put stuff away. Too bad the kids drag stuff out as quick as I get it picked up.

I'm actually cooking supper tonight. This is a huge accomplishment on me part. I haven't cooked a full supper since Easter. Jody has been very understanding. It feels great to want to eat again.

My 9 Week Belly Bean

Hanging on

I now realize why I didn't journal for the first 14 weeks of my previous pregnancies. It was because I felt like crap. The last few weeks have been rough- much worse then I remember feeling before. My ob prescribed Zofran which has been wonderful. A word of caution: it causes constipation. Constipation and hemorrhoids make for a great combination. Needless to say, I ran to Wal-Mart today for some Colace - ugh. I'm grateful Jody has been so understanding. There have been several days where I spent the majority of the day laying on the couch. He's been helpful with the house and the kids. Yesterday I was feeling better so I started some major reorganizing of the house. Foolish me. Now I have piles of stuff that need to be sorted and put away and no energy to do it. Maybe tomorrow will be another good day. Hopefully it will.

A Quote to Remember

I read this quote by Robert Kennedy on another blog and I've thought about it a lot ever since.

"Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live."

The baby blahs

There are times when I think I am crazy for wanting to do this again. And then I feel guilty. I'm not handling this morning sickness very well. Our couch has become my new best friend. I wake up every morning looking forward to naptime. After naptime I count down the hours until bedtime. Today I bought Seabands and B6. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I can't remember how long my morning sickness lasted with the other kids. I pulled out their pregnancy journals and I did a horrible job of writing in them. I do remember feeling awful my first trimester with Olivia. I was finishing up my last semester of college and it was rough. With Paxton I only felt bad for a couple weeks. So does that mean this baby is a girl? We shall see.