We're expecting...

Baby #2! Wahooooooooooooo!!!!

So I've known for over a month now, and so have a few friends and family. But I wanted to wait until my first appointment to spill the beans about the little bean inside of me. So yes, I had my first appointment today and Nick and I got to see the heartbeat (yeah, I don't know we didn't get to hear it, just see it. Weird but still awesome). But I'm officially 9 weeks today and my due date is April 18th.

OK now for the fun stuff:

Oh man, this pregnancy has been rough so far. With Toby, I puked maybe 3-4 times TOTAL. I felt a little nauseated in the morning but could eat by the afternoon. This time around I have obliterated my last puke record: I'm throwing up 1-3 times a day and I feel sick ALL DAY but mostly in the evenings. I usually have to end the night with a trip to the bathroom to empty out my tummy and then I can go to sleep. Usually. Sometimes the nausea is so bad I can't sleep. And I'm even on Zofran too. But on top of that my mouth is producing TONS of excess saliva so I have a few spit bowls scattered around the house (yeah, my neat freak husband loves that) and I have a gross metallic taste in my mouth almost all the time - both things I never experienced with the T-man. But just like everyone says, every pregnancy is different. Nick and I can't help but speculate though: if this pregnancy is completely opposite from the first, does this mean I am having a girl? Or even more, does this mean I will get a baby who is a little more even-tempered and actually likes to sleep? I must admit, the thought makes me a little giddy. Heaven knows we deserve at least one baby that won't give us panic attacks when bedtime or nap time rolls around. :)

But the thing that is probably hardest on me is not being able to be the mom Toby demands every day. Some days, I can stomach a little walk or a trip to the park. Other days we go outside to get the mail and thats about it because I feel so terrible. I feel like such a failure when he wants to wrestle with me or he tugs on my hand wanting me to run around the backyard with him or have a pillow fight and I have to repeat for the 100th time: "mommy doesn't feel good right now. Maybe later, OK?" He still doesn't quite get it. He just looks at me like, "why did you become so boring all of a sudden?" and then usually asks for Daddy. I've tried alternative things to occupy him, but I have a little guy that isn't wired to sit quietly with a book or color a picture. He wants to rough play and run around and take his tricycle around the block 10 times. But what keeps me going is two things: a) when Nick is around, he more than makes up for me being such lame mommy. b) its not going to last forever. I have friends who are much more sick throughout their ENTIRE pregnancy so I can't really complain. At least I know in about a month food will sound good again. I keep reminding myself that someday I will be complaining about how I ate way too much and how that chili-dog gave me heartburn. Someday. :)

But despite the puky-ness and failure-of-a-mom feelings, I am way excited and ready to be a mommy again.

So I was going to write a lot more about how excited I am but really all I want to do is assume position on the couch downstairs with my bowl and ginger-ale in hand. :)

Goodbye.