Last week I had a lot of bad days. I was hoping this week would be better, but its not looking that way. Threw up again yesterday. AGH I was so upset about it too. I ate really well yesterday, every two hours. Good stuff too. I felt good until the night came. I hate the night time. Thats when I go down. I had a bowl of cereal around 8 pm and the milk did me in.
Im so tired of feeling this way. I just feel like poo. Like this morning: my stomach is completely empty since I didnt eat anything after I threw up last night. So Im eating ginger ale and crackers and a clif bar now. And I would rather poke my eye then eat this mess. I dont want to eat anything. Nothing ever sounds good and nothing ever goes down good. Im just so tired of it. Its miserable. 11 weeks of "The Flu".... and counting.
Well this week the babies are about the size of a large lime, each. They are growing their fingernails too. By the end of the week they should each weigh an ounce and I will officially have started my 2nd trimester. I can tell they are growing cause Im getting a pudge on my tummy. Jared is dying to take pics so that will be coming soon. They are sucking the energy out of me like vampires! HA. There are some times of the day when I cant walk or think one step further and have to sit down and sleep. Im starting to get scared about how hard this pregnancy is actually going to be. Im just focusing on already being 3 months down and about 4 or 5 more to go. Not saying I wouldn't do all this over again. I would and will give these babies anything and everything they need from me to grow healthy. If its the last thing I do.... but Im fairly confident I wont be one of those women, like my sis, who loves being pregnant. Cause I dont even like it at this point. And Im afraid the hard part hasnt even gotten here yet.