Wednesday, August 29, 2012


I want to play blog catch up. I so badly do. But once my littles are tucked cozily into bed, I am exhausted and clutching my Kemps bucket for dear life.

It's a funny thing, having morning sickness. Ok, who am I kidding? I officially rename it all day every day sickness. When I have it, all I want to do is feel better. I pray to God that he will help me get through the day, be a good mom, and heck, maybe fold a load of laundry or two. But on those days when he answers my prayers and I feel good, I'm begging him that my little bean is still healthy and growing just fine in there. And then when the nausea returns I breath a sigh of relief, then curse it all over again.

Hopefully I don't have too much longer to go with this part, and truthfully it has eased up a bit in the past two weeks. But I still carry barf bags with me everywhere I go and sleep with my bucket on the nightstand. You just never know when it's gonna hit.

Then I look at this and remember why it's all worth it, and get lost in baby dreams. Which in my opinion, are the best kind.


  1. Love. (OK, not the barfing part. Hope you feel better. But that ultrasound? Love that.)

  2. Happy to hear the yucky-ness is starting to go away! Hang in there, I feel your pain!!!! You look absolutely beautiful, though, and one would never know how crummy you're feeling! Hugs:)

  3. Love :) Mostly because I can relate. And I think the magnitude of your sickness far exceeds mine, but I can still relate. The second your boobs don't hurt very much or your feel a tad better, you panic that something is wrong. Then the symptoms come back and you try to wish it all away again. Hang in there (that's what I tell myself)!

  4. Oh girl it is so worth it. Love that picture...growing like a weed.