7 weeks completed. Day 2 of 8th week.

SICK!

Crying sessions due to how awful I feel: 2.
Events skipped due to how awful I feel: 1 (but I no longer grocery shop)
Meals skipped due to how awful I feel: most
Puke count: 0 (hurray!!)

Matt took Z to a men's group with some college boys so that I could stay in my pajamas and lay around in bed. Matt also cooks dinner for himself, does the dishes, makes food for me (toast, mashed potatoes, a chicken wrap -- i got adventerous). He goes into Z's room first in the morning to change her overwhelmingly disgusting first diaper of the day. He feeds her for all meals that he is home for. He baths her. He walks our dog. Oh, and he also has a full time job.

What, you may be thinking, do I do? Well, I'm making a baby! OKAY?!

I can't get over it... the taste in my mouth constantly and the churning, churning, churning stomach. I am so glad I haven't thrown up. There have been 2 almosts but somehow I managed to pull through.

It def helps if I don't lay around in bed all day. Actually, it is most helpful if I go outside. The fresh air and distraction helps, though doesn't take it away completely. But building up the stamina to go outside takes a lot of work and some days I just can't swing it.

The heartbeat appt is in 6 days though. Appts always make me feel better and make me feel like it is all worth something...very hard to remember in the midst of it.