Blaaah!

Pregnancy is a funny thing. For me it starts out with awful sickness. All I feel is a fist of nausea shoved into my solar plexus. At least this time I know the better part of pregnancy-- kicks from the baby, bursts of energy, the knitting one gets done while nesting-- can only be a few months away.

My parents were here for a long weekend and while I felt bad that the trip was a bust in some ways (we couldn't do anything we planned because of my stomach) I was glad they were here to take care of things. My mom took care of Lucy and fed us all while my dad fixed our dining room chairs and did a few other repairs. We still had good conversation and they had some time to relax, however I wish I was in better spirits for their trip.

I am lucky I work from home and have Alan here throughout the day; its allowed me to rest and coddle my stomach much better than I could last time. Lucy has taken to telling me "I know mommy. Better! Better!" whenever I get a green, and its nice to have a little cheerleader around as well.