So I feel like morning sickness is like the guest that you really didn't want to invite but tag along when one of your friends. That jumps in right when you start to have fun and reminds you just how annoying they are. Making all your favorite party foods just not enjoyable, and all you favorite games just unbearable. You know when you invited your friend there was this chance that they may bring it along with them, but you hope that they don't. I invited a baby into our life, I knew that it may bring along morning sickness, but man does it suck. Last night we had Brett's sister and a guy over to play games and right when I was in the middle of enjoying everything here comes the annoying guess to make sure I can't. I guess I am just happy to know that it will eventually leave. I also know that in the end it will be well worth it.
I am so excited to be a Mom. I have been waiting for this most of my adult life. I think its still hard to belive it is actually happening. I am sure Brett gets sick of it, but I am always saying " were going to have a baby", or "Is it weird to think you are going to be a Dad" he always says no its not. But the other day I asked is it weird to think in 8 months you will have a Son or Daughter. I think that hit home to him. Not just that we are going to have a baby, but that it will be his baby. Since then he seems a lot more worried about how I am doing and feeling. I can't think of a better man for the job of a father though. But I guess that's why I married him. I figure if he can put up with me, he can take anything a kid is going to dish out.