on silence

I'm still here...just still not feeling well. Turns out the miracle morning sickness cure only works some of the time. It's all I've got so I'll take it! In the mean time I'm feeling a lot like a chronically ill person. And I am soooooo sick of it. I know I was miserable and puking with Little Guy, too...but I just don't remember it sucking this much. Back then I held out the hope that it would probably end with the first trimester. It didn't, and I fear that is the case this time too. That I'm going to keep feeling like crap for the next 4 months.

So if I've been silent it's because I'm making a dedicated effort to not whine. Or at least to reduce the amount of whining.

I'm making a dedicated effort not to let the ickiness win. I'm trying, really trying, to power through and get things beyond the bare minimum accomplished during the day.

I expect that this will probably be our last pregnancy. I can't imagine going though this again with two children to take care of.

In other news, I've been on pins and needles waiting for our first ultrasound which will be this Thursday. My Grandad is a twin, and I have been paranoid that we might be doubly blessed. It's probably just simple paranoia...but I will not be terribly surprised if it's not. God be with us.