I guess I should be grateful for the last two weeks, weeks when I was pregnant and feeling great. They are two weeks longer than I was given with PJ, as I was puking on a daily basis before I even found out I was pregnant with him. I’ve been telling myself to live each puke-free day to its max, to not take it for granted.
Despite that, I’m still rebelling against the morning sickness that has finally caught up to me. It may be only moderate so far, on-and-off nausea all day with no vomiting, but I can’t seem to find the bright side to it any longer. I just want to curl up in bed and whine about how bad I feel all day long. I’m not, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
It doesn’t matter how many times I repeat to myself that at least I had those two wonderful weeks. I’m still just as whiny about not feeling good. I’m trying to tell myself that I have two weeks less to fight it, so I shouldn’t complain about being moderately nauseous while I am. Yet here I am complaining. Hopefully this will pass quickly and this will be the only post you have to listen to me whine about how I feel.