Sunday, September 18, 2011

third time's a charm

In a culmination to what may be one of our best summers yet... I'm pregnant.

7 and a half weeks pregnant, to be exact. And horrifically unbelievably shockingly sick, vomiting or swallowing back vomit constantly sick.

I'm over the moon ecstatic. I mean, really thrilled, so happy, crazy excited. I've always hoped for another baby, but Josh has always said he's satisfied with 2 children, so it was never a sure thing. When we finally agreed to try for a third, my stomach was in knots just thinking it wouldn't happen. And of course, Gabe and Josie would have been more than enough for me, of course I'm ridiculously blessed, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and mine wanted another baby.

So I'm very, very, very happy. Feeling very, very, very lucky.

The all-the-freaking-day sickness is hard. The hardest thing I've ever had to deal with, though, I'll admit that. I have spent a lot of nights crying, because nights are the worst. I have had a running streak over the last few days where I'll start throwing up and can't stop. Everything tastes disgustingly metallic and every second of the day the nausea is almost crippling. I'm desperate to find a solution that doesn't involve medication so I'm trying crazy homeopathic remedies, low-carb or high-carb or high protein or low-dairy or liquid or anything under the sun diets, lying down or never lying down, yoga, accupressure, tapping, you name it, I've tried it. I'm dehydrated but anything liquid makes me gag, so unless I find a solution asap, my doctor has called in a prescription for anti-nausea medication and I'll have to start taking it. Suggestions or advice will be gratefully received.

I had an ultrasound last week and there is one sweet little alien-looking baby in there, with a heart beat of 134 beats a minute. I'm keeping all extremities crossed that he or she keeps growing and is healthy. Oh, and calm. I think after two lunatic children, I'm due for a sweet quiet third, right?