Whoever invented morning sickness should be shot in the face. Don’t get me wrong, it could be SO much worse – I am still functional even when I’m on the brink of barfing. Unfortunately, this pregnancy is progressing exactly like my last one as far as nausea is concerned. It was constant for the first few months, but now the barfing comes with swift and sudden force at any hour of the day or night. When I was pregnant with Madeline, I had nausea and food aversion the entire time. I’m hopeful that the nausea ends soon, but at this point I’m not counting on it. I just don’t want to barf at the mall again! The mall is my happy place.

My headaches are still coming and going, which is also the same as my first pregnancy. I’ve been a migraine sufferer my entire life. When I was in high school they were so frequent and intense (3-4 days per week) I went to several specialists and had pretty images of my brain taken. The diagnosis was puberty and stress (even though I went through puberty when I was 10. I’m gifted!). When I was in college, they slowly subsided, and post college I only get migraines three to four times per year. But when I’m pregnant, all bets are off. They come often, and they linger, and just like when I’m not pregnant, nothing brings me relief other than time and sleep.

Last week Dr. Risky cleared me for prenatal yoga, and I’m anxious to get started on it. I wasn’t allowed to do any exercise when I was pregnant the first time around, and my body really suffered. My back and hips were so messed up from ten weeks of bed rest that I required physical therapy, and the recovery from my c-section was really hard. I want to be in the best shape I’m allowed, especially since this time I know I’m having a c-section so I can really prepare for it.

We still don’t know the sex but we’re hoping the baby cooperates soon. I’m sure we’ll be shouting it from the rooftops. I give props to the couples that can wait until the baby is born to find out the sex. I am not one of those people. I am too anxious to know who is in there kicking me. I want to know if we’re going to have a son or another daughter. I always used to think I’d have two girls, but now I’m not sure. And obviously, I don’t have to say that the most important thing is that the baby is healthy. That’s such a no-brainer that I might have said “DUH” when I typed it. Even though I want to make it until I’m 38 weeks, I will heave a huge sigh of relief if I get past 28 weeks, which is when I delivered Madeline.

I. Am. Huge. I look like I have two, possibly three, babies inside. But no. Just one. JUST ONE. I know “they” say you pop out a lot sooner with subsequent pregnancies, but this is a little ridiculous.

Only one baby in there, I swear

Just one baby! Also, no baby in the rear, either. Just home grown badonkadonk.