Sick, sick, sick. I don't remember being this sick with Spencer. Of course, when I was pregnant with Spencer, I didn't have Spencer to chase after! I could stay in bed if I needed to. Now, I have to get up, play with Spencer, change dirty diapers (with morning sickness...that's a whole new level of gross!), make food (gag), and be awake. I definitely 'feel' different this pregnancy. I have a feeling it's a girl, but not strong enough to go paint things pink and buy dresses. I don't go to see Dr. Capo until July 31st because he's vacationing in Europe. How dare he! So it's just a waiting game.
I have an email sitting in my outbox announcing the sleeping peanut, but I am hesitant to send it. I don't know why. With Spencer we told everyone! Word is filtering through the grapevine though so I might as well send it. Besides, if I'm sick everything is good right?!?
Still sick and now depressed. I am depressed because I can't go play with Spencer like I used to be able to. Scott is having to do all the stuff around here that I can't and I know it's a burden to him. And I feel guilty that I am not excited about this pregnancy because of the sickies.