I'm so incredibly OVER this whole nausea, dry-heaving thing. It sucks royally. And I know, I'm lucky to have it as mild as I do, but still, it sucks. No matter what I'm doing, when that 3:30 mark hits, it's over. This is the 13 week, which marks the end of the first trimester, so I pray it ends soon.

My mom just gave me an article to read about how it is to add on another baby to the mix...it's gonna be hella crazy, that's all I know. I'm sure we'll fall into a rhythm, but I just can't even begin to imagine it. Like now, once we get home from school, it's Caleb time...granted, we're lucky to have my mom here so I can still cook dinner and Dave can correct papers and whatevers...but to think of not one, but two feedings, bochas, playing, and soothing...whew. Of course, nothing could have prepared us for what life with Caleb would be like, so I know that nothing but the sheer experience of going through it will prepare us for what life with two will be like. Yikes. I'm going sleep now.