9-18-11

I’m not sure that I really like being pregnant all that much. I have this gross sick feeling all day long even if I don’t feel super sick. I was doing good for like a week, but Friday and Saturday I just felt lousy all over again and spent Friday morning throwing up. Which is not awesome at all. I’m 11 weeks and 3 days, and I hope this grossness I feel will go away soon.  I keep hearing people say, “Well so-and-so felt like that her whole pregnancy” which doesn’t seem to help me at all.

The only good thing about being pregnant is getting a child out of it. I love being a mom. I thought that yesterday as I carried Teagan in from the car after he fell asleep. His little arms were wrapped snugly around my neck, and everything about his littleness just made me smile. I especially love the age that he’s at, where everything is adorable and everything that he does is funny. From 1-3 years are my favorite ages. I feel like they stop being a baby and start deciding to be a little person, and I love to watch the transformation. It just amazes me to see them become who they are and watch their personalities develop. I couldn’t love anything more. My boys fill my life with goodness, and it’s a goodness that couldn’t come to me by any other means but they’re good hearts, adorable faces, and endless snuggles. I don’t know if all boys are snuggly, but mine are, and I soak it up. I love their innocence and purity and their lack of guile. This picture of Teags was taken on Friday, and it sums up every thing I could ever say about the innocence of a child. Twisted unders, little boy socks, and a spiderman mask, and all the world is right.

Yesterday my brother Anthony called and told me that he bought a truck so Jacob and I can have his car. It’s a Honda Civic, and it’s not new, but it’s ours and it’s free, and we are so super happy and grateful and excited all at the same time. Now we don’t have to share a car anymore and I don’t have to be stuck at home depending on other people to give me rides if I need to get somewhere, like to and from school, for instance. He gave us the keys today, so we are officially a two-car home.

I started walking to Easton’s school in the morning with some other moms in my ward that live in my neighborhood. It’s an hour walk round trip, so it’s a great way to get my exercise since I stopped going to the gym all those weeks I was so sick.  Hopefully I will find the will to go back to the gym at least to do my weights. I remember why eating healthy is so hard when I’m pregnant – I hate everything, and if something finally sounds good, I eat it. I vowed not to be that way this time, but I’ve been even sicker, and I can’t stomach the thought of a whole lot of foods at this point. But it’s not like fast food or anything like that sounds any better. I really don’t know what I manage to eat. So my whole let’s be healthy plan has not been panning out because of how sick I’ve been.  Maybe I’ll have triplets so this can be my last pregnancy.