Ugh...

This isn't really a fun post so if you don't want to read a downer, don't read any further. First, good news, Izyk had his year appointment. He weighs 22 lbs and is 27.5 inches long. He is in the 50th percentile. He is slowing down on his growth. But he's walking everywhere (while holding on to things) and climbs over just about anything he can. He gives me a heart attack. He climbs upstairs rapidly. He loves hugs. Charley and him play really well together...for now. :)

Complaints: I am sick of being so sick. I know I should be grateful and while I totally am...I'm having a hard time functioning. I'm exhausted all the time. I can't get to work as early as I'm used to which means I have to be there later and I hit a brick wall at like noon. When I eat, I get sick. When I don't eat, I get sicker. While I have a prescription for zofran and phenergan and am using both generously...I'm still feeling yucky ALL THE TIME. I can't remember the last time I touched a dish or did full up laundry on my weekends. I spend my time sleeping as much as I can. I long for the 12-14 week mark hoping and praying this nausea will diminish. I am a basketcase. Useless. I greatly dislike it. With all this sickness and throwing up...I am already showing!!!! BUT maternity clothes are HUGE and BAGGY. So I am in normal clothes with my belly poking out. My other two pregonesses I didn't show until I was 4 or 5 months along. Good grief. I'm sick of being asked how I feel because it hasn't changed and I hate saying I am miserable. I tired of pretending I feel great and I'm ready to take on the day when everyday I just want to crawl into bed and cry my eyes out. I can't even drink water for pete's sake. But whatever, can't really do much about it besides complain so there it is.

So I'm finishing this blog post on July 30th. I'm pretty much 12 weeks along. I've gained a whole 2 pounds and I'm still constantly sick and puking. I worry this may go on for the entire duration of this pregnancy. BUT I got to see the baby 2 extra times. :) I've never had so many ultrasounds in the first 6 weeks! At 9 weeks, I started bleeding...I'd like to say spotting but that was no spotting. I spotted on all of my pregnancies. Anyways, I bled for 3 days and I went in and they wanted to check on the baby. Kind of scared me only because this exact thing happened with my first pregnancy and the fetus had died somewhere between 9 and 12 weeks. So...only slightly panicked. THEN at my 11 week appointment (I'm a week off because I THOUGHT I was 8 weeks and I was actually only 7 weeks...go figure) they couldn't find the heartbeat after exploring everything south of my chest. Again, only slightly panicked because I was by myself and the whole miscarriage thing came pouring into my head. Everything was fine, the baby was just moving I guess a lot...