morning sickness makes it hard
Hard to do anything. I've been struggling with serious pukeyness. Hopefully this will only last for the first trimester, which means I only have 2-3 more weeks to endure. Woke up this morning to feeling blah, then suddenly, I'm reaching for my bedside bucket. Good thing it was handy! Poor Cole doesn't know what to do. He thinks me yakking in a bucket is some sort of game so he tries to yank it away from me. I'm happy when these moments are when my hubby is around. He takes the boy off my hands.
Lately I've also been inspired to write children's stories. Who knows if they're crap or good, but I'm working on a few rough drafts. Maybe someday you'll see my work in a bookstore near you. Maybe they'll just end up in a dusty box in my attic. Who cares? It helps me work out some creativity. My inspiration, of course, is my lovely son. Every day he does something weird or funny or annoying that could definitely become an amusing story.
Something that's not so much amusing or funny is the fact that my breasts are already leaking. This is quite annoying. I was so loving the fact that after I had finished breastfeeding, I didn't need to ALWAYS wear a bra with those enormous pads in them. I much rather let the girls free when I'm hanging around the house. So, when I first felt again that unwelcome wetness on my chest and look down to see two large soaked spots on my shirt, I was not exactly thrilled. And yes, it gets worse when Cole cries. Poor hubby is now afraid to go near them for fear he'll open some sort of faucet - which I guess isn't very sexy. *sigh* Who feels like being sexy anyway? Sometimes just the smell of hubby makes me want to vomit. He kissed me last night and I had to run off to the bathroom, poor guy. That can't be good for the fragile male ego.
Before signing off for now, I want to wish my parents a Very Very Happy 30th Anniversary. I'm sure a lot of people never thought they'd make it this far, but here they are, and happier than they were 30 years ago.
Also, a Very Happy 28th Birthday to my good friend Ben! Love you, dude.
Lately I've also been inspired to write children's stories. Who knows if they're crap or good, but I'm working on a few rough drafts. Maybe someday you'll see my work in a bookstore near you. Maybe they'll just end up in a dusty box in my attic. Who cares? It helps me work out some creativity. My inspiration, of course, is my lovely son. Every day he does something weird or funny or annoying that could definitely become an amusing story.
Something that's not so much amusing or funny is the fact that my breasts are already leaking. This is quite annoying. I was so loving the fact that after I had finished breastfeeding, I didn't need to ALWAYS wear a bra with those enormous pads in them. I much rather let the girls free when I'm hanging around the house. So, when I first felt again that unwelcome wetness on my chest and look down to see two large soaked spots on my shirt, I was not exactly thrilled. And yes, it gets worse when Cole cries. Poor hubby is now afraid to go near them for fear he'll open some sort of faucet - which I guess isn't very sexy. *sigh* Who feels like being sexy anyway? Sometimes just the smell of hubby makes me want to vomit. He kissed me last night and I had to run off to the bathroom, poor guy. That can't be good for the fragile male ego.
Before signing off for now, I want to wish my parents a Very Very Happy 30th Anniversary. I'm sure a lot of people never thought they'd make it this far, but here they are, and happier than they were 30 years ago.
Also, a Very Happy 28th Birthday to my good friend Ben! Love you, dude.
posted by Elizabeth Isaak @ 2:50 PM
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