I have not blogged in sooo long.
This is our fourth child. Why I anticipated keeping up with a 5.5 year old, 3.5 year old, and 18 month whilst vomitting my guts out, I’m not quite sure. I think we wives and mothers put a lot of pressure on ourselves to get it all done…come hell or high water. That’s the way I was raised. My granny and my momma and my aunts had terrible morning sickness….however I recall they did not drop the ball in the fashion I have this time. I guess the ‘work your tail off’ Polish woman gene wore off by the time it got to me. It also could be that my husband is a Saint. A blessing. A Super-hero disguised in khakis and a polo that allowed me to ‘survive’ for the past 3.5 months, while constantly taking out trash bags of vomit. I can’t vomit in the toilet. If you don’t get that..you’ve not been pregnant and had morning sickness.
Each time I tell myself I’ll NEVER do this again. This WILL be our last. My husband agrees. Then…..they hand us the baby. And THREE times now I looks up at my husband and say…”Wasn’t it all worth it?” He replies…”Of COURSE!”…and then about 12-18 months later, you find me hurled over a trash can and googling ‘tubal ligation’.
Le sigh. The way God makes us forget…..
I’m nearly 15 weeks along now and feeling much better. Not 100%, but getting there. We’re not finding out the sex of the baby until birth, just FYI.
Over the next week, I’m planning on getting back into the blogging habit 🙂 Yay! I’ll have lots to post because I’ve literally done nothing for my children’s school since March, so we’re Summer Schoolin’ over in these here parts!
Love ya much!