I’ve heard people say that God gives women amnesia regarding labor/childbirth/sleepless nights, but I think he does it in regard to morning sickness as well. As I recall:

1. Morning sickness with Noah started around 8 weeks and wasn’t too bad. Of course, I could sleep or eat whenever I wanted to.
2. With Sam, it was early, around 5 weeks. However, I don’t even remember it being that bad. Noah was still so small that he slept constantly, as did I.
3. Simon was different. I was yucky sick. It started at 5 weeks, peaked around 9 or 10 weeks, and tapered off by 14 weeks.

I didn’t think that I had forgotten what morning sickness with Simon felt like (I mean, I fully expected to be sick and yucky feeling this time around) but I think I had forgotten the true extent of how horrible it feels.

As I have said, I will not complain. I won’t allow it. I wanted another baby and now here I am. And that is fine. But this is the absolute worst morning sickness I have ever had. In a little less than 3 weeks I am supposed to drive my children cross-country to their Granny and Poppy’s house and I honestly don’t know how I am going to do it. This should be interesting, to say the least.

If you don’t mind, would you say a prayer for me? For strength…and relief…and endurance=)

P.S. As I write these words, I sip on chicken broth and orange juice…yum!