Usually when morning sickness hits, we dread it.  Every morning (and sometimes night time) when I let loose, I am thankful.  I tried to explain this to my hubby, at first he was pretty confused.  My first doctor appointment isn’t for about 2 more weeks (a little later than normal, but that’s what happens when you have an awesome doctor and she is always busy).  When I had my miscarriage, I wasn’t very sick at all.  Every time I throw up, I see it as positive.  This little baby has to be growing because the hormones are racing through my body still.  With all of my other pregnancies, I haven’t felt as horrid as I do this time around.  Thankfully it’s only a stage!  My poor family hasn’t had too many homemade dinners lately and my house is messier than I want.   I just keep telling myself, a short time of less than stellar nutrition won’t affect them long term (they probably won’t even remember this time). This too shall pass…this too shall pass…this too shall pass.

Sometimes I know I can be a wee bit crazy (or driven as some may say).  Has anyone else ever felt this way too, thankful and happy to vomit?