I haven’t been writing much lately. I have been trying to keep my head above water with parenting combined with morning sickness, coupled with fatigue. I have a tremendous amount of respect for parents of multiple children.
Pink paci broken, BIG HOLE. My son has been repeating that to himself since yesterday afternoon. It was the last thing he said before falling asleep last night and the first thing he said this morning when he woke up.
We loved eating the ears off of our first chocolate bunny. Thank you Grandma and Bobbotz! The book was a huge success as well.
Many of you know that I am fundraising for the March of Dimes walk here in San Diego (see side bar for details). Family and friends have been extremely supportive, and for that I am grateful. I want to thank you on behalf of Madeline Spohr.
I had my first appointment with UCSD today. It wasn’t with the Midwife though it was with the floor nurse. Apparently they have implemented a new program where they require newly pregnant women to attend an intake meeting.
So to bore you all with more details about how awful I feel… I FEEL AWFUL. Not as bad as the first go round-but all day I feel between 50 and 65%. The thing that really gets me is the horrid taste in my mouth and the extra saliva. Yuck!
I was stressing over the last few weeks about not having any morning sickness. When I was pregnant with Elliott, beginning at 5 weeks I had HORRIBLE morning sickness. I would cry most days at lunch wishing I felt better. So, in its absence I was wondering if I was in fact pregnant, or if something else was wrong with me. Yes, I know that is silly but we can only compare what we know or have experienced.