Right now I’m only 7 weeks along and feel sort of lame writing this because obviously I’m not going to post it right now but I want to write it down so I I remember. Actually I’m hoping to forget because I’ve been sooo sick! I have a weak stomach so I was assuming that I would have some morning sickness but I wasn’t prepared for morning sickness ALL. DAY. LONG! The best way to describe it is that it feels like im coming down with the flu, weak and stomach pains from the nausea. I had to quit my job this week because I can barely get out of bed. I was so disappointed and had so many mixed emotions. I was disappointed in myself and feared that Mark would be disappointed in me. I just got this job with Safeway corporate that I really wanted. I tried my best to tough it out but when all you can focus on the entire day is “don’t throw up,” I clearly new it wasn’t going to work out. I also knew it wouldn’t work out because I was supposed to train for three months and then i would have to find a department with an opening and apply for that spot, and by that time I would only have realistically 3 months to actually work…it felt like a waste of my time and theirs. I feel so incredibly lucky and blessed that I am able to not work right now and take care of myself. They were so great though and said that if I start feeling better to give them a call and they can help me find something until this baby comes. Anyways it looks like it was the right decision because each day seems to get worse. I’ve been throwing up at least once a day now and rarely feel any relief from the severe nausea all day. It seems to come in waves about every two hours until I go to sleep at night. I’m so ready to be done with this stage, even though I know that’s the worst outlook but this is not fun (read in a whiny voice, of course). Marks been soo great to me, trying to find foods that don’t sound completely repulsive to me and bringing more crackers and Gatorade. He cleans the house and does all the dishes not ever once acknowledging how pathetic I am. I’ve been living on the couch the past three days, feeling very accomplished for getting up and opening the sliding glass door so Leo can go bask in the sun on our patio, at least one of us is getting out of the house! And today my big accomplishment was getting in the shower after I threw up, I washed my hair and even shaved my armpits!

I’m anxious for my first Dr appointment next week. All I can hope for is a healthy kidney bean sized baby…and that the doc can give me something to help me feel less nauseous, or at the very least knock me out! (Just kidding…sort of…)