Oh my dear life how I miss you. I promise things will be back in order again soon. From past experience, I knew it was possible, but this tiny thing is wreaking even more havoc on things than before. At a mere 8 weeks I have thrown up so many times I lost count, spent 3 hours in the walk-in clinic with an IV and anti-nausea drugs and have become quite the recluse. The kids never got out of their pajamas in the last three days and we have watched more shows than I care to count.
8 weeks along only 32 weeks to go. Day-by-day or perhaps minute-by-minute we will make it through this. I will clean the house again, I will feed my kids again, I will get my work done again, I will talk to my sisters on the phone again and all of this will pass.
And we will anxiously await and anticipate the new normal that will arrive in 32 weeks.
