If it wasn't for my daughter I'd be one majorly miserable person. I'm still throwing up at the very minimum of 4 times a day. That's on a good day. I've figured out that lemon juice is the only thing that actually tastes "good." Otherwise I just eat to absorb nutrients before it comes back up. You know how you feel when you get off a real bad carnival ride? That's how I feel all day every day. But here's something funny:
Mommy: Hey River, in 7 months you will be 5 years old!
River: Can I be 5 tomorrow?
Mommy: Nope!
River: Will I be 5 the next morrow?
Mommy: No, honey.
River: what about the next morrow?
another convo:
Mommy: Riverlyn, you are really pushing my buttons right now!
River: What buttons? You don't have any buttons momma.
Mommy: Riverlyn, just stop, okay?
River: But I'm not pushing any buttons!
River: Daddy, what does pushing your buttons mean?
Daddy: It means your getting under her skin. It's a figure of speech.
River: Like this? (she proceeds to lift Jason's hand and put it on top of her head.)
Daddy: ah geez.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Where have I been?
I've been hugging the toilet, passing out in parking lots and getting a gut.
I sound like a drunk.
No, just pregnant.
Sleep, yak. Eat, yak. Sleep, yak. Eat yak. Eat, Eat, EAt, EAT, EAT.
I had thrown up so much last week that my doc prescribed an anti-vomit medicine. It knocked me out right before I was about to go into the store. I had just taken my daughter to school, went to Dillons, and the next thing I know I'm waking up at 11am. School was out at 11:15, and the Lord woke me up just in time. I was scared though. I'm not taking that medicine anymore.
I'm 7 1/2 weeks today. My belly looks like it is 5 months pregnant. Of course the only thing I have to go on is my pregnancy with River 5 years ago. I think I was in much better shape then. I'm already having TERRIBLE growing pains.
So, lucky you, you get to hear me complain!
But, I've wanted this for so long and now I'm so grateful. I can't wait for the ickiness to pass so I can be excited about it.
This too shall pass, right?
I sound like a drunk.
No, just pregnant.
Sleep, yak. Eat, yak. Sleep, yak. Eat yak. Eat, Eat, EAt, EAT, EAT.
I had thrown up so much last week that my doc prescribed an anti-vomit medicine. It knocked me out right before I was about to go into the store. I had just taken my daughter to school, went to Dillons, and the next thing I know I'm waking up at 11am. School was out at 11:15, and the Lord woke me up just in time. I was scared though. I'm not taking that medicine anymore.
I'm 7 1/2 weeks today. My belly looks like it is 5 months pregnant. Of course the only thing I have to go on is my pregnancy with River 5 years ago. I think I was in much better shape then. I'm already having TERRIBLE growing pains.
So, lucky you, you get to hear me complain!
But, I've wanted this for so long and now I'm so grateful. I can't wait for the ickiness to pass so I can be excited about it.
This too shall pass, right?
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