I'm blogging from the comfort of my bedside laptop, which unfortunately, means no pictures.
Morning sickness is actually the best for me, ironically, in the morning. Its the afternoon/evening when I feel like hell on earth. So this morning I tried not taking a zofran tablet. I was pretty much regretting my decision by 10 AM.
Distraction seems to help. I can't possibly live in my bed for the next few weeks until my first trimester passes, so I've been trying to keep up with all my normal stuff. As long as I take the zofran, I don't puke. And I can tolerate food. That may not sound like much, but believe me, its SO much better than the alternative.
But through this all, I've felt like a horrible mother. My kids and I had so many plans this summer. We've barely done anything on our list. Instead they've watched way too much TV and eaten way too many bags of chips that they can reach in the pantry.
And I have wept with joy and relief at 5:30 every day this week when I've dropped them off at Vacation Bible School for three hours. For three hours they have fun with their friends and I have a date on my couch with no one bothering me.
I know this will pass. And I'll (hopefully) I can look back at this in a couple of weeks (or months, or years) and say, "Wow, those x amount of weeks really sucked! Thank goodness it was for only that short time!"
Cause when you are in the midst of the tunnel, sometimes its really hard to see the light at the end of it.