Checkin' In

Hi again.  I feel like I should warn you that I have no idea where this post is going.  I just realized that it's been awhile since I wrote anything, so I figured I should put something up on the blog.  I guess I'll update you on how everyone is doing at our house...

James is very tired.  He's been having to play super-daddy every day, since I'm out of commission.  He adores his little girl, and he loves to play with her, but it wears him out quickly.  He took her out of the house all morning and all afternoon today, since I had a very rough day and needed rest.  She loved the attention, but he's just DONE.  So I advised him to sit on the couch and play Call of Duty for a few hours tonight.  He put on his headphones, picked up his PS3 controller, and checked out.  Poor guy.

Ella is doing pretty well, but she's definitely feeling a lack of hands-on playtime from her mommy.  She's so used to having me down on the floor with her or reading books in the rocking chair during the day, and I know that she's confused to see me lying on the couch.  She keeps coming over and trying to pull me off the couch, like it's a game of hide-and-go-seek or something.  Poor baby.  Thankfully, she and I are headed to my parents' house for a week tomorrow, with James to follow us on Wednesday, so she will get lots of attention while we're there.  Hopefully she will let people play with her and not go into "I don't know who you are and I want my mommy" mode.  I guess we'll see.

And how am I?  Well, I'm sick.  Really sick.  I had a BAD afternoon, and if that keeps happening, I'm going to talk to my doctor about putting me on the Zofran pump rather than the pills.  Right now, I'm dealing with extreme nausea, vomiting, severe headaches, stomach cramps, dizziness, and other things.  There are some good moments when I feel almost normal...but they are fleeting and rare.  Hopefully this won't last 70% of my pregnancy like it did last time, but I'm not going to get too hopeful and set myself up for frustration and disappointment.  Mentally, it's just better for me to be prepared, and then I can be pleasantly surprised if it is better than I expect. 

Okay, well I would write more, but I need to go throw up.  See ya.