I’m starting to feel almost human, again. When the morning sickness was at its worst, I thought I’d never make it to 18 weeks. With Meg (and I’m assuming with this baby, too) the nausea didn’t completely go away until week 18. BUT! Each time I turned a corner right around 12-13 weeks. I feel so much better than I did a few weeks ago, the fact I’m still nauseous almost doesn’t matter. (I’ll probably feel this way for a few days then go back to whining).
So, if I ever get pregnant again, I want to tell myself: you just may have an actually good day BEFORE 18 weeks. Yesterday was wonderful. I felt nauseous, but it wasn’t as bad. I had an ultrasound and got to see my little cutie, who tested “normal” on the scan. I made bread in the breadmaker and my favorite soup. I ate a full dinner and didn’t once fear I’d throw it up. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and I might just survive this pregnancy after all!