14

14 weeks is the magical number that everyone kept telling me to hold out for- aka no more morning sickness.  They were wrong. It's still here, people! Though, if I'm being honest, it has eased up considerably. If it weren't for those darn Sundays- they always mess me up. I'll be fine on Saturdays, maybe even the Thursdays and Fridays before that too- but Sunday, 4 am hits and bam!- it's back to square one. I lay in bed, listening to Lucy's gentle snores, thinking "I will not throw up, I will not throw up, I will not throw up!" After five minutes of this ineffective self-talk, I throw off the covers and make a mad dash for the bathroom. TMI? I think pregnancy has made me an over-sharer.... Oh well, there's always next Sunday for baby and I to try for no more being sick...