The Rabbit DIED!

I suppose it's time we confirmed the rumors. It's true...the rabbit died!

We've known for a while, but we're finally far enough along that we're comfortable telling more people now. 15 weeks yesterday...whew, a little over 1/3 of the way there, but I'm afraid it's going to be a long hard pull!

I've been soooo sick. My body doesn't like being pregnant, it totally doesn't agree with me. I'm afraid I'm going to punch the next woman that tells me, "Oh, I never felt better than I did when I was pregnant!", (in that annoying, much too perky, bitch voice). OK, I probably won't really do that, but it has honestly crossed my crazed hormonal mind a time or...three. Instead, I smile and nod, then politely contribute, "Oh? I just barfed a grilled cheese sandwhich out my nose". That usually stuns them to silence.

Anyway, I started in with the dreaded Morning Sickness at about 6 weeks. This was better than my pregnancy with K. I was puking before I even had a clue what was "wrong" with me. My boss actually sent me home from work because they didn't want to catch what I had. No kidding.

Morning Sickness...I'd like to personally visit with the guy (yes, GUY) that came up with this term. I suppose that just sounded...nicer. For the purpose of making things easy, I'll relent and go along with calling it Morning Sickness. I think we should rate it, like the Fujita Scale for tornadoes.

With medication, I'm a strong F2. I can still do a little damage here and there, but overall, it's not so bad if you're cautious. Without medication, though, I'm a powerful F4, a force to be reckoned with! When I start churning, spinning, and turning green, your best bet is to hunker down away from the path of the storm!

I keep holding out a shred of hope it'll get better, but I'm not terribly optimistic. I was still vomiting the day after K was born. You can't even imagine how excruciating that is when you've just had your abdomen sliced from pelvic bone to pelvic bone and it's all being held together with the largest staples the surgical team could locate. Personally, I think they used galvanized fence staples, but my hubby assures me they didn't. (I still don't belive him!)

For now, I'll continue to take those incredibly over-priced little pills and hope tornado season ends soon!