The nausea, bathroom frequency, hormonal imbalances, acne and other unmentionables have been really fun, but I really must say adieu.
It's all beautiful, of course. Even when I'm slumped over the toilet, freezing, and trying to avoid getting throw up in my hair, it's beautiful. My giddiness over being a momma greatly outweighs my deplorable physical state.
My poor, sweet, bewildered Paul has taken my emotional ups and downs very well, considering the circumstances. He comes from a family of five boys, so all of this female and baby stuff kind of throws him for a loop. He went to my first obstetrician appointment a few weeks ago and his eyes were this big.
He copes with all of this baby stuff through fish therapy. So far the therapy has shown many positive results.
The only downside to fish therapy is that he comes home with a miasma of fishy smells. Never in my life have I been overly bothered by the fishy smell. Now, however, it sends me running for the nearest sink or toilet.
Dear mommas out there, how long did your morning sickness last?