I hate morning sickness. Well, all-day sickness, actually. Tried all the old remedies, tried some newer remedies, and short of getting some heavy duty prescription stuff, nothing has worked.
I haven't actually thrown up. So of course, you're wondering, 'what's the big deal?'. Simple. Once I start, I don't stop for a looooooooong time.
Now that you've got that lovely image in your head, things aren't too bad. The girls are doing well. Esther seems to like going to school on Tuesdays, and we will have her tested in July to see if she needs pre-school in the fall. Taea is using more words now, at least HER version of words. We'll see if she has the same speech problems as Esther.
Bottle-breaking is looming on the horizon like some mythological monster. The girls will go postal on me, but we have no choice. If the bottles have been causing the ear clogs, they have to go. No question about it.
I'm just so spineless when I'm pregnant and sick. I hope this sickness doesn't last as long with the girls. The sickness with Esther ended when I quit my job. With Taea, it culminated in gallbladder surgery. I shudder to think what the catalyst will be this time.
Ah, well, it's two months, (I hope!) then I can get on with things. I have lots of fabric to turn into little boy sleepers. Yes, it's going to be a boy. We know this. Jeff keeps teasing me about twins, I keep reminding him that he'll be helping with 3 am feedings if it is.
Life goes on. I'm a little too tired to think about what else has been going on, so I guess I'll keep this short.
