Yucky...

Yucky, Yucky, YUCKY!!!

That's how everything in my little life is these days.
The "morning" sickness.
The pile of dirty dishes that never goes away.
My reflection in the mirror.
The 3 children peeing their pants and everything in a 3 foot radius.
The pile of laundry that never gets folded and put away,
even if it does happen to make it through the wash.
Etc.

I have had morning sickness to the point of feeling like I have the flu for a solid month now. Everything makes me sick: Eating, not eating, the computer, the tv, the car, music, whining. Every day seems like an eternity at this point. And it's only getting worse, so far! Usually mornings are my reprieve. I feel good enough to take care of the kids and clean up a bit. Then at nap I lay down and rest because I'm so tired. But not today. This morning I feel just as sick as I do every evening and all night long. It takes everything in me not to hurl. I get dinner finished and either watch the family eat it or just go to bed because I'm too sick to do anything else. The nights Lyle is gone at practice are torture for me....which happens to be tonight and I can hardly bear the thought of it after feeling this way ALL day already.

I know there's a light at the end of tunnel, but today has just been extraordinarily difficult.
I guess I'm taking lessons from Jude (;
Sorry about the whine-fest

I did get to hear June-Bug's heartbeat yesterday. Proof that someone really is in there making me so miserable. The kids are getting excited about the whole idea of "baby"
Camden is SURE, and I mean absolutely possitive, it's a girl and he says EVERY time that it's a sister. He can't wait to change "her" diaper all by himself and worries about whether or not he'll be able to find the right size. (: I told him the other day that there's a possiblity that the baby is a boy. He said, "Gwyneth can have a brother. I want a sister." At which point I begged, once again, "Please God, let it be only one." (:
Gwyneth is also begging for a sister. She can't wait to hold "her".
Jude doesn't want a baby. He gets so mad every time we ask if he wants a brother or sister and he says, "I want a car!"
"Wouldn't you like to hold the baby when it comes?" we ask.
"I want to hold a car!" he says.
We finally told him we'd get him a car when the baby comes because he's been so upset over it. Silly boy. Not sure how the transition will go for him. (: