In which I apologize for being a terrible blogger.

Oh, gosh, I am sorry.  I've had stacks of posts in various stages of being done and then another wave of nausea would hit, or someone would have a tantrum, or something.  And that would be the end of that.  I don't even think I have any pictures to share, as I've been too tired to drag my sorry butt into the kitchen to get out the battery recharger and charge my camera.

This pregnancy is just...well, it's just terrible, really.  I started out feeling bad about saying things like that but really, at this point it's fact.  The nausea is the worst I have ever experienced.  Ever.  I have incredibly strong food aversions, to the point where I can't watch certain commercials or even be in the room with certain foods.   Heck, I can't even think about some of them.  I'd type it out for you but then I'd have to think about them.

And the Diclectin...yeah.  I got over my aversion to medications enough to take one, and I had an awful reaction to it.  I fell into a weird half-sleep that I couldn't get out of, finally getting up to discover my stomach was worse off than at the beginning and I had a splitting headache.  So no more Diclectin.

And to top things off, in case you were worried that this post was going to get uplifting at any point, I have caught Samuel's flu.  And it isn't pretty.  And I can't take anything for it.

So this is my life at the moment.  I'm dragging my sorry self around to appointments and to and from work, the grocery store, playgroup...and in between I'm falling asleep anywhere and everywhere and trying to come up with recipes I can cook for my family and eat.  Tonight that meant lettuce.  I'm not kidding.  It didn't count as cooking but that's what we ate.

No, I lied, there is one uplifting bit.  Today was our early ultrasound to make sure everything was a-ok baby-wise.  And I got to see him/her...our little peanut, as the tech called it.  Except that peanuts make me nauseous, so I'm trying not to think about that.  Our little, um, baby is good.  About the size of my thumb, and my due date has been verified to the 27th of April.  There was lots of kicking and squirming and it just looked like, well, a baby.  And that made it all a bit better.  Because I wasn't just sick...there was a baby in there.  I hadn't imagined it after all.

Cute little tag-along, stop making your Mama throw up on people's lawns, k?