Day 76

Finally beginning to have more good days. This is the beginning of the end. Please, forgive my whining.

Day 70

Will it ever end...

Day 66

I didn't make it through Day 65 without throwing up. Today has been a little better. Still nauseated. It helps to look up pictures on the internet of in utero babies that are the same age as my "nub". It reminds me why I decided to do this again...however, the sickness reminds me of why this will be the last time!

Day 65

Today has been a bad day. The nausea just keeps getting worse, it is starting to wear me down. It's like there is something in my body that is sucking the life out of me, imagine that. I know it will get better. The waiting is hard, I'm just in survival mode now.

My family and my in-laws stay with us on the days that my husband works because I can't cook for my son or change diapers. I rarely play with him and it is so hard.

I'm clinging to what I know is true: I know that all of this is worth it for the miracle that is to come.

Sticks and Stones...hmph!

Why do we remember the mean things people said when we were in school and why does it still hurt our feelings?