I am starting to feel better, I really am, but you have to understand that that does not mean that I feel better. For example, it is almost 11 AM and I have already thrown up twice (which Jack find hilarious by the way). Most days I succeed in reminding myself that there are women out there that would give their right arm to be feeling the way that I am for the reason that I am, but other days...I just want to host a pity party of one.
We had a midwife appointment on Monday, and thankfully despite all the sickness, the medicines, and the allergic reaction to said medicine, the baby is doing marvelously. It's little heart was beating beautifully, and we could even hear it kicking! I can't feel it yet, although I am anxiously awaiting those first few thump-thumps from within.
I have lost five pounds in the past month, and since I was pretty slim to begin with, I look pretty twiggy right about now, but I have no doubt that as the morning sickness wanes (and it WILL) the numbers on the scale will quickly recover.
I tried to tell him there was a baby in there, to which he looked at me...thought about it...pointed to my belly and whispered...'poop'.
The sun is shining, Jack has a new bubble wand to try out, and I am pregnant. I will have a good day, and I hope you will too.