This is not morning sickness. It is All-Day-Every-Day-Drive-You-Mad Sickness. Can any man imagine what it is like to feel nausea for 3 months straight? It literally threatens your sanity.
Why did I do this again? *groan* And to top it all off, I'm all emotional today, too. I dropped the knife while making Diana's peanut butter and jelly sandwich and started crying at the huge jelly mess I'd made. (About then Spitz came home and almost got in big husband trouble for the ... how to describe it... "she's moody" man look he gave me.) Then Diana and I went to her end of the school year party. They showed a slideshow of all the pics they've taken of the kids all year. I was fighting so hard not to cry because those people don't know I'm pregnant and wouldn't understand.
I need a nap. What? Oh, yeah, I know. Pigs aren't flying yet, so, no nap!
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You'll pull through, you have twice before...it's just a little bit of hell to endure before you get to heaven on the other side, right? That heaven being sitting on a hospital bed being told, "Push! Push!"
Okay, I actually don't have *any* experience with this whatsoever, but I've seen it on TV plenty. *grin* Sitcoms are accurate, right?
Funny, the part where they say, "Okay, you can push" is one step of heaven - the pushing is such a relief after all the rest. And the heaven is holding him/her immediately after that.
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