Oh HAI. Yes, yes, I do realize that I have a blog, in fact, two now, and that I've been neglecting them both. I'm sorry. It's nothing bad that's kept me from being online the last five days. Or, rather, it's bad in the sense that I have NEVER and I mean NEVER felt this sick so early on in a pregnancy, but it's actually GOOD because that must mean the baby's doing well, right? At least, that's what I kept telling myself as I lay absolutely still on my bed last night, already exhausted and DONE for the day at eight pm, staring at a newborn picture of Eli and chanting to myself queasily, "This is worth it. This is worth it."
I finally gave in today and let myself throw up. I just hate throwing up so much, but fighting it all day and night long wasn't working too well. I think it was a good idea, because after three, um, SESSIONS, I am finally feeling marginally better this evening. Marginally, in that I actually made dinner for the first time in four days and I wiped down all the kitchen counters and cleaned the sticky off the kids' play table in the den and... that's it. It doesn't sound that impressive, but trust me that it's the most I've done in one afternoon in many days.
Thank goodness I have nice peoples, though. I mean, SERIOUSLY. Jim's been a rock star around the house with the kids and the groceries and the cooking and the tidying. My dear Jess is watching my kids tomorrow morning so I can either clean or vomit in peace, whichever fate decides. AND, my mom came over today, on her lunch break no less, and instead of eating, CLEANED OUR BATHROOM and did our dishes. So at least the second and third times, I got to gag over a clean toilet. It's the small things, folks.