An Awesome Surprise

The cute kid, causing all the problems.

Yesterday was a knock-down drag-out fight with "pregnancy sickness". While trying to literally throw Genevieve's sandwich into a bag, I was desperately fighting the urge to puke. I hate throwing up. I avoid it at all costs and I'm pretty good at mind-controlling my way out of the actual throwing up bit. I do not ascribe to the whole "I feel better after I throw up" thing. Yesterday, was a huge exception. No amount of ice on the neck, sitting down on the kitchen floor or psychological tricks kept me from hurling myself to and into the kitchen sink twice in fifteen minutes. I know man cannot survive by bread alone, but how about Zesta crackers?

Genevieve and Hannah have been so incredibly sweet and understanding about this pregnancy. I'm constantly surprised at their attitudes. Genevieve asks if my back hurts periodically (thankfully not yet, but I say yes anyway. Who is going to pass up a massage? Not me!) and then will offer me a massage. They both will fetch me things if I can't seem to find my way off the couch and are weirdly tolerant of my need for more down time. Hannah does seem to still enjoy throwing herself onto my abdomen and generally squishing my belly, but Gen gets it, and constantly tells her to "not hurt the baby" and then she will rush over to me and stoke my face and tummy and give me a kiss on the cheek and ask if I'm ok. They also says some pretty funny things. As I was emptying my innards, Gen was rubbing my back and gave this nugget of info "I'm sorry mom, I guess the baby is getting bigger." She then offered to get me a glass of ice and water. So yeah I have some very cute, sweet nurses at hand. It makes the puking almost bearable. Almost.

It appears as though I'm being kicked, although I can't feel it yet.

Look at those brains!