Note: If you are under the illusion that I'm awesome and cool, you may not want to read this post. It will shatter that illusion. Also, if you have a weak stomach, you may not want to read this post.
Look at my beautiful girl with my wonderful daddy!
Definite high: Jill everyday. She's just so stinkin' cute and smart.
Definite low: Having a miscarriage in March.
High: All of the wonderful friends I have been blessed to make in Cincinnati.
Low: Being woken up by my cat nibbling on me only to go downstairs and discover there is still food in his bowl.
High: Watching little plants grow and buds turn into flowers and enjoying the beauty of my yard.
Low: Seeing a house centipede but not being in a situation to dispose of it.
High: Being married to a wonderful man.
Low: All of the times that I have broken glass things this year.
High: Making it through a nauseous first trimester! Here's for rooting for a fantastic second and third! Hip hip hoorah!
Low: Throwing up. I am not a fan of throwing up. I am a violent "vomiter." I wish I could do it gently and gracefully, but it pretty much rocks my whole body when I am in the throes of upchuck. Everything gets juicy. Of course, my mouth is busy. But it also comes out my nose, and it makes tears come out of my eyes. Every now and then it even makes me wet my pants a bit. Honestly, I'm surprised nothing pours out of my ears when I throw up. I hate vomiting. Today I had the privilege of vomiting at Walmart. All because of a cough. Coughing and sneezing are very dangerous to me when I'm pregnant. So, that's really inconvenient. I engage in high measures to not cough or sneeze, but some are unpreventable and sneak up on you all quick like. And they come out. And then I battle with my stomach. Calm down, tummy. Sometimes I lose. Like today. When I could not make it to the bathroom at Walmart. Stinkin' huge store! So I ended up with vomit all over my hands (because my genius self thought I could stop the onslaught), all over my feet and flip flops, about a foot up my pant legs, loads all over the floor, and some on the shopping cart. Sad day. I'm sure it was an even sadder day for whichever employee ended up having to clean it up. I had to stand next to it for quite a while before I found an employee. (Have you noticed how scarce they are in the food department? It's much easier to find them in the rest of the store.) Blessedly, a fellow shopper watched Jill to make sure she did not fall or jump out of the cart while I was otherwise indisposed, and she handed me diaper wipes from my bag, so I could somewhat clean up. Sigh. So that was a low point.
On a happier note, isn't my daughter stinkin' cute?
Have you had any recent highs or lows that you'd like to share? Or any pregnancy woes? If you have any tips for how to vomit gracefully, please pass them on!