Well hello there. *waggles eyebrows*
(Unrelated, but a search for “eyebrow waggle” took me to this video which made my night. Careful, you’ll strain yourself.)
If you follow me over on twitter, you know all too much about what I have and have not throw up in the last 4 days, and if you don’t, well, let me recap it for you.
Okay things to throw up: bananas, apple juice, donuts.
Things that are making me gag just thinking about them: bacon, carbonated soda, coffee, eggs, cheerios. Oh, and pineapple juice. Ugh.
There has been much speculating (and texting) about whether or not this is a flu, or an early Christmas present to Tom, but I am falling on the side of flu. I am charting in two places and everyone agrees: if I were puking from pregnancy, I would have to be ammmmmazing, in that I could have morning sickness before implantation could even happen. Not likely.
It has raised the question of when we will be ready for another baby, and if you’ve been around for a while, you know that Tom is the one who is raring to go, hoping for a boy eventually. I don’t hold it against him – if he were anything less than devoted to our girls, I may take offense at it, but I understand where he is coming from. If the tables were turned, and we had two little boys instead, I would love them fiercely but would dream about having a daughter. But… I’m tired. There are a lot of pros and cons to adding to our family right now, but it always comes back to the fact that I haven’t slept 8 hours straight in 40 months. From mid-Ella’s pregnancy on, one thing or another has woken me up every.single.night. And while Tom’s logic is “You may as well get all the sleepless nights out of the way now!”, he hasn’t been sleeping in the guest room half the night for the last year, so that I could get more sleep. Of course, I haven’t been getting up at 3am to go to work and pay the bills… but…. okay. We’re both tired. It’s not a contest. But the point stands: a newborn + a toddler + a preschooler = my definition of exhaustion. And all the coffee in the world couldn’t keep me awake for that.
And yet… he may be winning me over to his side.