June 17

Thanks for those of you checking in on me :) I am alive. Happy Fathers Day.
I cant tell you how rough it's been. I've never been so sick in my life. On Thursday I turned 13 weeks, and wouldnt you know it, I woke up feeling, dare I say, ok? I didnt throw up for 3 days, I was able to go outside, I even went to Target for the first time in 6 weeks. Torture! It's still early, but this baby is really active. It's bizarre, because I didnt feel Bryn til 16 weeks. I have the case of the disappearing bump, it comes and goes.
We have our girl name, but the boy name is still up in the air.
I have plans for the nursery, but wont start the big stuff til late August.
I'm anxious to get back to the gym, I'm hoping and praying I can go this week, and also get back to eating good foods. Appetite is still a bit wonky though.
For those of you without facebook, here are a few recent pics:

me with makeup, first time in months.

and our sweet 4yr old Bryn

Next appt is in July for my 16th week checkup. Anxiously awaiting the gender scan, trying to persuade the doc to get me in at 18/19 weeks :)

june 2

11 weeks, 2 days. I'm down a couple pounds, so no true weight gain yet. I'm still throwing up and the variety of foods I can eat is getting smaller and smaller. My dear Alicia made me chicken salad croissants because I figured it'd last a few days, it's beige and a safe food. It's a vicious cycle with meds: I take a zofran, I break out into itchy bumps on my legs, it SOMETIMES helps nausea but only for an hour or less, so it's a gamble. But I can always bet on constipation ( sorry ) with it, which leads to dehydration, which leads to headaches and other issues. I had two IVs the other day and I did feel pretty good for the rest of the day. Dan's realizing how much I do around the house, as he desperately tries to keep this place together on his own. Poor guy.

I'm sad because today is the mud run that I was suppose to do with family and friends, but alas, I had to say no, and here I sit at home. I'm pouting a bit.

Things around the house are falling apart, one by one. The fridge is poopin out,bathroom faucet needs replacement, we have a lime issue upstairs in the pipes, my SUV needs technical stuff done to it as well as a new starter, the Jetta needs a new belt and a section of the house needs to be stripped and repainted outside. One issue at a time I suppose.

Brynlee is done with preschool, which makes me sad. I look forward to pre-k, 3 days a week in the fall.

I miss my trainer. I miss working out. I'm so anxious to get back as soon as I stop throwing up every day.