And with that statement, I breathe a heavy sigh of relief (as I simultaneously knock on wood). I have been praying for this day to come for what seemed like an eternity. I think David has been patiently awaiting this day more than I have. I've never heard him tell me he "feels so bad for me" so many times. For those that know me well, I have severe OCD and NEVER leave laundry in the dryer or dirty dishes in the sink. Well, I am unhappy to report that I did leave dishes in the sink a couple of nights and left laundry in the dryer countless times over the last month or so. That being said, it was such a task for me to even cook dinner or start a load of laundry, I felt so bad.
With Tyler, I experienced the unfriendly nausea and, while I don't remember it being as bad as it was this time around, my Mom reminds me all the time of how I would call her telling her that I was "going to die" because I felt that bad. Funny how the good always outweigh the bad. According to my pregnancy journal that I kept with Tyler, my nausea subsided just after 11 weeks. History has repeated itself, only this time, it has spared me a few days.
Last Friday, much to my surprise, I woke up on my own at 6:40, full of energy. My Niece was coming over for the day, but I had already warned my Sister to enter quietly and to just put her in bed with me when she got there. My typical sleeping habits, for the last month or so, have been extensive, not usually rising until at least 9:00, just to feel like poop for the entire day/night. When I woke up at 6:40, feeling great, I was shocked! I did 2 loads of laundry and was in the process of mopping the floor when my Sister arrived. Incredible! The day went on and so did my feeling good. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but I thought MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, this was a good sign. Saturday morning, we loaded up and headed for Everglades City for their annual Seafood Festival. I was a little hesitant on agreeing to go to this, seeing that it was about a 1-1/2 hour car ride, but nonetheless, I figured we could just leave if I began to feel bad. I hung in there and actually had a great time. We wanted to stay to watch John Anderson perform, but ended up only hearing 2 or 3 of his songs and left at about 7:00. By then, it was really chilly out and I was ready for a nice warm shower and bed. Sunday was even better. We worked around the house and did a few small home improvement projects, all the while, I felt great!
Sunday also marked 11 Weeks gestation for Hunter Baby #2. All in all, I ended up getting sick 3 times (which, for me, is 3 times too many, as I am repulsive to vomiting) and was nauseous every waking moment since the 6 week mark. Although it was all for a wonderful reason, I am extremely pleased to see that stage go. Now, on to the next. And so it goes...
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Jealous! 16 weeks sucked! My poor friend Dana called me a bitch when it went away cause hers lasted almost the whole pregnancy!! How many weeks will you be when you get your next ultrasound??
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