I realized this morning that even my facebook status is whiny. Sigh. I know that this too shall pass, but when you’re in the middle of a torrent of nauseated suffering, it feels like it will never end. It doesn’t help that my mother quips, “Well I threw up all 9 months – with all 3 of you.” Really, mom? Why put yourself through that 3 times? I love my mommy, but she is a glutton for punishment, and apparently so am I. I walked this road with Jonah, except I remember it being worse. I try to tell myself that so I feel a little encouraged to do more than sleep all day which is impossible since I’m at home with Jonah. Thank you Lord for a child who can entertain himself!
So back to motherly musings, my mother-in-law says, “Crackers and milk. Crackers and milk . . . and you should have had twins!” I love the mamas in my life, but where’s the love?
Yesterday was the worst yet. I was on the couch literally all day. Today is better. While I cannot seem to rid my mouth of that icky taste, I can at least function somewhat normally. I might even venture outside later on!
Again, kudos to Jason the kind for bringing me egg drop soup, 7 up, and Bubblelicious, for putting up with my whining/groaning/moaning, and for being a semi-single-working parent while I struggle through this yuckiness.
On a brighter note, I got news that one of my best friends is preggo too. Unfortunately, she is 750 miles away in Tennessee! I miss her! Still, this confirms my suspicion that the entire continent is pregnant right now.