Sorry for the blogging hiatus, readers. I started the hcg diet.
No, not the kind of diet where you buy fancy hcg drops and eat 500 calories a day.
I mean the kind of diet where your husband knocks you up and you find out you're expecting Baby #3 in February.
(I'll just pause for a moment and let that sink in).
We're about 8 or 9 weeks along and this has been the worst case of "morning sickness" yet. (I have to laugh when I call it morning sickness, which implies there is a time limit to the sickness).
Yesterday, Sam said, "Whoa! Good job, Mom. That's the biggest throw-up I've seen come out of your nose ever!". Thank you, son. I too am proud of my throwing up abilities.
I've lost 8lbs so far...with no end in sight yet. I'm hoping we're about halfway through.
Joe's hoping we're almost done, too. He's been on single dad duty, plus gets the honor of washing my puke bowl.
We are overjoyed that we about our news, but will be so much happier when we're on the other side of this challenge. Keep us in your prayers.