Throwing up is hard to do.

I know, I dropped off the face of the blogosphere, but I promise that I have a really good excuse.


Hyperemesis Gravidarum


That's right. Baby #3 should be making an appearance next Spring.

I wish I could say that the last few months haven't been that bad, but the truth is that they have been hell. However there were a few positive things that came out of it… You know, besides a baby.

1. I can say with absolute confidence, bulimia is not for me!
     In fact I would be very happy if I never had to throw up again.

2. Weeks of bed rest meant I got to catch up on some reading.
     My 13 year old sister very sweetly lent me several of her books, so as an added bonus I feel caught  up in the popular topics found in the YA book section.

3. Weeks of bed rest also gave me some time to catch up on some knitting.
      Aren't these booties sweet! I made them for a friend who will be welcoming her baby any day now.

4. I had the most restful vacation ever!
     Sweet Husband took me to see my mom (sometimes a girl just needs her mom). I spent two weeks laying on her couch and throwing up. Seriously I barely moved. The part that made it amazing though, was that I didn't have to worry about where the boys were and what they were doing. I could be sick and miserable, and have complete confidence that they were safe.


At this point, I feel confident that I am harboring a baby (YAY) And not just one too many croissants.