I am now officially in my second trimester, and with 12 weeks under my belt I’m starting to realize that this is indeed happening. It’s a curious feeling to go from feeling like you’re finished, to finding out you’ll be welcoming a new little person into your life again. I’ve always loved babies so I’m excited, but I am not thrilled about the 24/7 flat on my butt, crazy nausea that I’m experiencing.
I’m definitely feeling down right now. HyperEmesis is no joke, it’s a really serious pregnancy disease that totally rocks your world out from under you. I’m living my life mostly from my bed, and clutching a bucket (we’ve bonded, my bucket and I). Thankfully I haven’t needed another extended hospital visit, I really am trying to keep hydrated. I’m not eating alot, sadly every smell of food is nasty to me (especially peanut butter! GROSS!). The result has been the loss of about 14 or so pounds (hubba hubba), but don’t worry I’m sure it will all pack back on in the coming weeks as baby gets bigger.
This morning Nathan awoke to find me laying on the bathroom floor, I just didn’t have enough energy after getting sick to make it back to bed. He sweetly picked me up and ushered me back to bed. I have an incredibly caring husband, and feel blessed everyday that he’s mine, I marvel at all he is doing to keep our lives moving forward while I’m so badly out of commission. If you see him on the street give him a high five.
What I wouldn’t give to have a cleaning lady right now, our home is falling down around us and there’s just not enough hours in a day for Nathan to do it all. Our family is in another city so it’s tough to drop their busy lives to come and clean our house! LOL! If anyone is feeling like a roadtrip, I’ve got several baskets full of laundry to fold that have been piling up on my couch for the past 3 weeks, and our floors need to be washed, and our bathrooms need to be cleaned, and so on…it’s never ending.
That’s the update from our neck of the woods this week. I’m not blogging as much because I don’t want to bore you all with tales of a sick preggo too much. If I can get on my feet again I’ll do some really fun things and blog those! Thanks so much to each of you who have commented, emailed and sent me energy vibes. XOXO – Daria

Just one more good reason for me to retire!!
What I wouldn’t give to lose 14 lbs right now..!!! Just kidding, I think. I seriously hope you feel better asap. At least in 8 weeks we’ll know if you’re having a boy or a girl!! Any name ideas?? I know you like Maximus and Piper… or are too sick to think of anything let alone names?
OKAY, ALL OF DARIA’S FRIENDS- LET’S HELP OUT-
PLEASE SHARE YOUR TIPS/WISDOM/EXPERIENCE for how she can get through the next 28 weeks.
here’s mine:
FIRST, Next time you or Nathan come to town, pile the laundry into bags and I’ll get you caught up. This includes ironing.
SECOND: if you never take a single other piece of advice from me in your life, PLEASE TAKE THIS ONE and hire a cleaning service. If the basic cleaning is handled by mini-maids, then you’ll have a baseline to work from.
This also frees up Nathan up so that he can devote his energies to the boys, and what little energy you have can be spent on them as well.
I’m sure other people have better ideas-
Your Mom’s has to be the best, though!
Retire and come to the rescue! What a Mom!
i tried out your skills for the day…. and lady you do it much better than me! I called mommy quicker than you can say flush… you are my hero!
Oh baby, I am SO sorry you are having to go through the “not fun” part by being sick, but hopefully that will temper down and you will be your beautiful, glowing self soon! I can’t wait to hear more and maybe see pictures!!!
xo~Amelia
I hope you feel better Daria! Times passes so quickly and you will be yourself again.
Have you heard about the adoption of Little Miss? I pray that she joins your family soon. I’m sure she can’t wait either! As being an adoptive Mother myself, it’s the most wonderful thing along with havng a new baby!
I can’t wait to hear the news about the baby and the adoption!!
Take Care,
Jill