i hate to keep complaining...but my "morning" or "all-day-sickness" gets more unbearable each day. someone somewhere needs to come up with something that gets rid of this redonculous nausea...and i will pay them. in cheetos.
layne is good to me though- he never judges me for keeping the cheetos behind the couch cushion for easy access. and the saltines. and the pretzals. and other various food products. it's a new cupbord of sorts for him to get into and he certainly enjoys smearing his cheeto face on the khaki couch...which is now several shades of browns and oranges. i'll let you guess what the browns are.
please take note of our chubaca dog, huxley, waiting for any crumb that my fall from our fingers. the crumbs rarely even hit the floor--which is good for me since i haven't vaccumed the floors in-oh, 3 weeks. don't judge me.
the plus is that daddy is home and layne has a monkey playmate again. nato has been really good to me--going this way and that for whatever my stomach fancy's. we never eat out like this, i'm a health nut... but we know that for 4 more weeks, we must appease the monster. the monster being the fetus child that we already love. nato has also been re-learning the time-old lesson of keeping his mouth shut. this has been hard on both of us, as i can not control what comes out of my mouth and he can not control his desire to say, "you can't just act like that b/c you're pregnant." um...i think it says in the bible that i can, ok? first book of opinions.
more importantly, layne is feeling better--no throwing up after coughing fits. he is also saying all of his animal sounds. our family favorite is the horse..it is hilarious. he says, ney-hey-he-he-he and that last part turns into an evil laugh of sorts. i wish i could put a sound bite on here. anyway, he has only-child-syndrome bad and is in for the wake up call of a lifetime. i have a feeling i am too.