Thank goodness for husbands. Today I could hardly get my head off the pillow, so the Husband had to step in and take care of Ladybug for most of the day. I was exhausted and nauseous and hungry but unable to eat a thing.
Seriously, just about everything I consider eating these days is about as appetizing as a fresh "doggy doodle." Odd that spaghetti sauce and dog droppings elicit the same response from me these days, ah, but such is the fate of those in the first trimester.
I'm not as sick as I was with Ladybug, where I was literally throwing up at least once and hour and couldn't keep a thing down.
Still, feeling perpetually queasy is no picnic, so every once and while I feel the need to have a little pity party. However, I really am trying to thank my lucky stars that it hasn't been as bad this time around... so far.
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