Monday, August 31, 2009

First trimester and Purple Heart

Well I don't really have much to say, but I'm getting sick of looking at the Palin pictures of my last post. So I thought I would write an update. This first trimester is officially over tomorrow as I will end week 12 and start week 13. This last month has been difficult as I've experienced more nausea. I literally did not have any energy...seriously. I hired someone to clean my house this last month, I took a nap every single day, was backed up on laundry every week, did not cook much since nights were my worst, no blogs, and no update on my pregnancy scrapbook. I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining. I'm actually grateful that I was/am sick as I know that's a good sign that the baby is doing well. We had family visit and they helped entertain the girls and relieve me of some of my motherly duties. These past few days have been better. I am excited to get my energy back: exercise, be productive when the girls are napping, and enjoy cooking and eating.
Jeff has been a good sport. When I do get sick, I lock myself in the bathroom because I don't want Jeff or the girls to see or hear anything. It's just such a disgusting thing. The other day, however, I couldn't make it to the bathroom fast enough. Long story short, Jeff cleaned everything up. He always cleans that stuff up, even when the girls get sick, which of course, is always in the middle of the night. He does it because he knows it would make me sick, even if I wasn't pregnant. My stomach is ultra sensitive that way. He deserves a purple heart. Even though he's not in the military and I have no authority in handing those out, he deserves one because of his selflessness, just-do-it attitude, courage, and his nose and stomach that can handle the sight and smell of that nastiness.
Well I'm not into taking pictures of my pregnant belly, especially since i look bigger right now than my other two pregnancies, but this is my quickest way to document it and then I can look back at my blog and remember the dates of the pictures and scrap it.

8 comments:

Alice said...

Glad the first part is over. Everyone told me to just rest my first tri-mester because it was the only time that I wouldn't have another kid to look after. I can't wait to see photos of you pregnant. I bet you're so cute!

Melissa said...

I'm sorry you're so sick! It just sounds awful. But your husband sounds like a sweetie, you are very lucky to have him!

adairfamily said...

Yuck, sorry you feel sick I hope you are getting over the worst of it. Danny was great too, I didn't make it a few times and he was usually right behind me cleaning it up before I got out of the bathroom. Joys of pregnancy it is a good thing they are so dang cute after its all over to make up for the months of nausea. I bet your girls will be happy to have mommy back. You must post pics I am sure you look great.

Kai and Amy said...

I hate the preggo sickies! It is no fun at all. That sure is sweet of Jeff to clean up your vomit. It must be true love:) Hopefully this next trimester will leave you feeling much healthier.

I totally popped out faster with my third pregnancy too. The trouble is I haven't popped back in yet. I saw your comment on Tiffany C's blog and I find it hard to think that you might ever need weight watcher's. I think you have been blessed with skinny genes!

Coordination Queen said...

yeah 3rd pregnancy i was huge. and everyone told me too. but i'm determined to lose it this time around and have actually started exercising. i hope you start feeling better soon!

Annie said...

Congrats! So happy for you! And so happy the sickness is going away! Been thinking about you guys a lot lately! Hope all is well!

trimarie said...

Sorry you've been so sick :( Were you this bad off with the girls? Tell Jeff I'm proud of him! Well, I hope you get your energy back up soon. I'm thinking about you all. Give the girls a hug for me :)

Luisa said...

Jeff does stomach gross things really well, like V8 juice for example. If he can stomach that, he can stomach anything.