Wow, did I ever fall off the face of the blogging planet.
It may not appear that I am so busy on days like today, as I lay on the couch and watch TV/sleep all day, but believe me, I am. I'm busy building a new baby inside my belly. That's right people, we're expecting #3 on February 7th. I know it's pretty soon to tell (8 weeks), but I have never been one to keep it secret for too long. And I had my first official barf fest today, so I figure, I earned the right to tell the world. I've been nauseous for 2 weeks, but today was the worst so far.
If I seem cranky, lazy, or mellow, you'll know why. Or shall I say, extra cranky and extra lazy. My poor family gets the brunt of it. Harrison told me the other day, "Mommy, you're so mean to me everyday." Now that was about the most heartbreaking, but unfortunately true, thing I had ever heard. I have been trying much harder since then to overcome my tired, queasy, hormone-infested self and be nicer. We haven't told them yet, I figure it's a really long time to wait for a little kid. I have just told them that Mommy doesn't feel good.
Just to make myself feel a little better about my little boy, in the last couple of weeks he's also told me, "You're the best Mommy in the whole wide world," "You're the most gorgeous Mommy in the whole wide world," and asked, "How come you know everything, Mommy?" Oh how I wish all those things were true and even more so, I hope he remembers all of those feelings more than the mean Mommy feelings.
I really am excited about having another baby, it's just hard to remember that in this yucky part. It should pass in another month or two.
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