I've barely been scraping by. Peeling myself out of bed in the morning. Hesitantly grabbing a few crackers or a pop-tart to try to curb the nausea. Plopping onto the nearest horizontal surface and trying to keep previously mentioned scraps down. Usually failing. Managing to get both kids fed breakfast. Getting one kid off to school. Resuming said horizontal position. Begging S to watch TV, or play something that doesn't involve me having to sit up, like UNO... We have played lots of UNO. And so on, and so forth.
I'm so, so, so sick this time around, that I can barely walk through the kitchen... or anywhere, really... without a smell triggering my nausea. My poor kids have been neglected, my husband has been starved, and my house is pretty much an unnatural disaster.
So, the last thing I've wanted to do is pick up my computer. Not to blog. Not to Facebook. Not to read my emails. Nothing. I've gotten a few posts up due to commitments, but that was pulling teeth.
Let me say that I'm sorry. If anyone is still reading this, I'm sorry that I totally fail at life lately.
I'm hoping that I'll be one of those "lucky" ones who start feeling better the moment the second trimester hits. So... maybe I'll see you in a few weeks? Or maybe I'll be stuck in the bathroom with this lovely picture plastered up against the wall to remind me that all of this will be worth it in the end:
Oh, and life happenings:
B started 2nd grade
And S started big girl preschool!
Till next time,