the lopsided bump

I don't understand why my belly seems to be growing more on the left than on the right. Although, I remember this happening before, too. I mean, the baby is only the size of a bean, so why the big lump on the left?
The sickness seems to be coming and going. One day I feel great, and the next day, I have to break down and take a zofran. I checked with my insurance company today, and that save-my-life medication is going to cost me $80. Bummer. I was hoping not to have to pay that much this time around. But, it really is worth it to be able to spend better time with Kira and Jeremy and not lay on the couch all day long.
Of course, the medication and my hormones have made me wish I was able to tolerate foods with a little more fiber in them. Ugh. If it's not one thing, it's another.

too.sick.to.type.

Blah. That's how the past few days have been. I had just written an e-mail saying that I was feeling great except at night. I shoulda kept my big mouth shut.
I just can't quite get it together with this nausea business...

feeling better?

Well, I have to say that the morning sickness is "almost" non-existant during the morning and early afternoon. I can tell I don't feel quite right, but it's very manageable. About mid-afternoon, though, I start to get the quesy bug. And by 7-8pm, I have my head in the bucket again. Luckily, Kira is very tolerable of me and we just get ready for bed a little earlier and snuggle on the couch or hang out in the bed in the evenings. In all honesty, she probably spends more close time with me now than before. Before, I was always cleaning, running around, or busy with something all day. Now, we spend lots of time relaxing together and take a nap together every afternoon! Quality time, even if we are asleep!
I got a sneak peak at the little bean Thursday and saw a much bigger baby than I expected...and a heartbeat! It was very exciting and made this all more real.
According to my best guess, I am at 8 weeks today! 1/5 of the way through!

here we go again

I have to admit that this time the sick feeling isn't all consuming like it was last time...or maybe it is just that I CAN'T let it get the best of me like I could last time. My mornings are still rotten, and I have become friends with a little pink bucket in my bathroom...but nothing has ended up in it yet. I just like to have it there "just in case." The nausea is powerful, but comes in waves and seems to only be severe in the early morning. This, of course, is all pending my activities for the day. If I take it easy, less nausea. If I try to get out and about...more nausea.
This is, though, the first day of my life that I came to work without my makeup on. Even more important...I don't care. I left the house this morning after attending to an ill husband and a crying 15 month old. All while holding the precious pink bucket.
I managed to get to work on time...barely...and only taking enough time at home to pull my hair into a somewhat messy ponytail and grabbing a bagel to keep my stomach at bay.
At least my makeup-free look pulled some sympathy for the morning from my co-workers.