Well, I am sitting at week 5 and the morning sickness has begun. I thought it might have been because I forgot my B vitamins yesterday, but I took them and a prilosec when I got home and I am still queezy. Funny that pregnancy feels like a punishment sometimes. What you get out of it is so wonderful it is totally worth it, but while you are living in your misery it doesn't seem so great.
Last night at work I experienced an emotional mess too. I hid it from people, but it was very hard. It was so busy and I was working with a very unhelpful nurse. Gretchen is still great, she and the new orientee Angela are my life savers. This nurse is mostly a nursing supervisor and "above it all". Anyway, I am running my bum off, especially with a death, and the guys 17 kids there. All I could think about was that gorgeous piece of cake left over in the break room.So, when I was walking back from cleaning out the dead guys room and saw Angela enjoying that last piece of beautiful cake it was all I could do not to cry. I think I actually did cry for a minute. I am not really supposed to have cake and she was really doing me a favor, but at the time it was the proverbial straw.
Now, I know why I want another child. In the middle of typing this blog my beautiful son, Devlin, (4) came up to me and put his arms around my neck, and kissed me and told me he loved me. All on his own. (of course I know he just wants on the computer, but it was still sweet)
Tummy feels a bit better with ice.
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