Sick, so very, very sick

I was so not this nauseated with Leif. This baby has to be a girl, girls are known for tormenting their moms from an early age. I am nauseated pretty severely all throughout the day. Varying levels of debilitating. From, “don’t you dare wave that NutriGrain bar in front of my nose you evil child” to “Gahhhh” (loosely interpreted as “I can’t get my bloated self up off the couch/bed/floor I am so sick”).

Six weeks. I want to tell myself only 5-6 weeks more of nausea. But being that the first 4 weeks of this pregnancy I didn’t even know, the math doesn’t work out so well. Gee, only 3 times more what you have been going through for the last two weeks! Gahhhh.

First pregnancy, “Yay, I am pregnant! Oh wait, I need to go puke. Yah, I am pregnant!”

Second pregnancy, “Gahhhh.”

The hit this morning was Jolly Ranchers, cherry ones. I have loved those since I was a kid and they saved me today. However, my tongue is now raw and I think I have found at least one place a cavity is starting, ouch.

The entertainment factor has come from Leif who responds “Sister” when asked “Do you want a brother or a sister?” Every single time he responds sister with enthusiasm.

Now to figure out how in the world I am going to make a train cake this weekend.

Gahhhhh!