I am just a sick, irritable pregnant lady with no patience and no desire or motivation to do much of anything. Oh, and did I mention that I hate being pregnant? I feel bad for my kids, they have to put up with me. I feel bad for Mike, too, because he has to pick up the slack, which he does gladly, bless his heart. I find it very difficult to be pleasant when I feel like throwing up all the time. When I do throw up, I feel great for all of five minutes.
This baby was twelve weeks in utero on Saturday so I am looking forward to feeling better soon. I went to the doctor again yesterday. They drew blood for labs, did a pap and the initial pelvic exam. So far, so good. I also got to hear the heart beat. That is always a special moment, to hear that little engine roaring through the Doppler. It made me smile.
As you may have heard, Mike passed his state boards, is licensed and did get a job in the ER at Maine General. This is an answer to our prayers. He will start orientation as soon as he gets clearance from the doctor who did his physical. We're hoping he starts next week.
My favorite four old is no longer four. The happy-snappy, giggly girl had her fifth birthday on the twenty eighth of May. I told her she could be five as long as she stayed this cute. She agreed.
My eyes are burning....maybe I will actually be able to fall asleep before 2:00 tonight.