I guess the perk to “morning” sickness is that my toilets have never been so clean.
As I found myself wrapped around my Porcelain God at 12:30am I recalled a conversation I had with my MidWife last week:
Me: When will the dry-heaving, nausea and constant feeling of yaking stop?
MidWife: It mostly stops…sometimes… for some women.
The entire time I was wrapped around the toilet my cat stood outside of the bedroom door and sang the song of his people as loud as he could, which caused the dog to stir and start whining in his kennel. I finally fell back asleep around 4am. My 515am alarm was a cruel son a bitch this morning. Running off of 3.5 hours of sleep is why this entry is so disjointed.
Kevin and I decided to change it up a little bit and do one of the fancy ultrasound places to determine the sex for Father’s Day. Everyone was thinking it’d be mid-July before we knew, so we wanted to really surprise all of the awesome men in our lives with the news.
Holy shit – we’re having a baby girl.
I’ve been consistently measuring 6 days ahead since our 8 week scan and it’s no different now, so I’m thinking we’re looking at more like a Thanksgiving baby and not a December baby!