Coffee spoons

Ah, it’s all coming back to me. And I LOVE it!  Even the morning sickness isn’t phasing me quite so bad because I know how to deal with it better this time.  Each day, something happens that makes me laugh as I recall having the same experience with my first pregnancy.  It becomes real when:

1. I’m washing my hands at someone else’s house and think, “Hm, this soap smells nice… wait… no, no, NO it doesn‘t! I’m gonna hurl!”
2. I’m checking babysteals.com and say “Gosh it really pisses me off when the daily deal is some frikkin stupid blanket.”
3. I insist that I’ll die without a pepperoni pizza in the middle of the night, and by the time my hubby heroically returns with one, I’ve already fallen asleep.
4. (This is a new one) I feel like it’s the end of the world when Isaiah has a poopy diaper, and I proceed to shriek and gag.
5. When I watch a commercial for cotton and start crying, saying “I love that song!” (The touch, the feel of cotton, the fabric of our lives…)
6. I’m so desperate for something green to eat that I devour an entire package of way outdated dried seaweed. And love it.

The list goes on. I’ll add to it later.  In other news, I’ve been pretty sick this week, and not just morning sickness (throughout the day, though well managed so far), but also with some sort of respiratory illness that has really taken its toll.  I become quite asthmatic while trying to sleep, which puts me in the difficult position to choose whether or not to use an inhaler.  It’s known to cause birth defects in mice, but seriously, it’s probably important that I breathe and take a small risk rather than cease to breathe and know we all die defect-less.  I’m just continuing to pray.  Last night was a little easier.  I actually got a little sleep.  Between hacking/wheezing, the placental development hogging my energy resources, nausea, and an above-average athletic toddler… I’m feeling more like a survivor than a conqueror, but I’m happy.  So very happy.  And excited.  If I were to go the doctor right now I’d be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat.  It has a heartbeat!  It’s about to get real, y’all.