Since I’ve finally come to believe that I am in fact pregnant, its like the symptoms are laying on me like a ton of bricks. I won’t get into all of the gory details, but I have felt SO nauseous for probably 3-4 days. Not much before then, but quite gross recently. Yesterday, I heaved like craaazy over a pail, but it resorted in a disgusting taste in my mouth and sore throat only. Which is good, I guess. Its good to not vomit constantly. But my gag reflex is on HIGH alert. Standing makes it all SO much worse. Which is fine, because who stands?? Oh right. I do.
With that, as is my usual, I’m not nauseous at the thought of food, specifically, but I am VERY picky. I’m not a picky eater on a regular day. I’m an adult. We eat what we’re given, haha! But these days, I don’t want to risk eating something I’m not hungry for, because forcing it is what makes my body angry. So far, the only smell that really bothers me is brewing coffee 🙁 Isn’t that sad? But ready-made coffee is ok. So Brady leaves me some in the pot in the morning, and I heat it up and drink it that way. It actually works, though I look forward to being able to be around the smell of coffee again. I’m feeling very fortunate, though, that this is my only aversion so far.
So naturally, because I’m feeling this sick, my little boys spent the morning pooping, over and over and over again. Laela spent the morning arguing with me and teasing. Dekker, by default, spent the morning crying. Partaaaaay!
Doesn’t everyone want to come hang at our house?? If you do, I may pass off one of the poopy diapers your way, though. So. Much. Poop.
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That’s very literally all I have to share for today. I feel like poop, my kids feel like pooping, and I can’t stand up without gagging or getting dizzy and sitting right back down. If its any consolation to anyone, though, everyone is freshly diapered and in bed, everyone is fed, and the big kids are playing lego in front of a show. So we’re all alive and well. But this is as high as we’re aiming today, and I’m more than ok with it.