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Alright, so I am not actually throwing up, but I might as well be. Morning sickness is a foreign concept to me. Besides gaining too much weight and spraining my back in my 8th month with Little Monkey that pregnancy was a breeze. These days I spend my time between trying to figure out if I am hungry or nauseous. I am three weeks away from hitting my second trimester and I am praying for sweet relief. My poor little guy can’t understand why some days mommy just wants to hide under the covers until daddy comes home.

I haven’t even been able to use the computer as much because believe or not actually the computer screen makes me nauseous! I didn’t even think that was possible. I can only use it in small spurts.

I tried Psi bands, Preggie Pops, and eating small meals and snacks every two hours (harder than it sounds). Some days I start out feeling great and by the end of the day I don’t even want to eat anything. I know that is bad, but the thought of food or the smell of some foods sometimes sends me reeling out of the kitchen. Don’t even ask me to open my freezer! I can’t explain it but I just get sick looking in it. Blegh! I had a week where dinner was roasted red pepper hummus and pita bread. It was the only thing I could stomach at night. I’ve moved past that and into my cereal for every meal phase.

Believe me I am very, very thankful for this baby, but I could never have imagined this kind of sickness before that lasts ALL day. I have a feeling this has got to be a girl.