And... I'm Sick.

It hit the week of Matt's birthday.

This was a real tragedy because I had big plans for Matt's birthday.

I had wanted to wait until Matt's birthday to even tell him about the pregnancy, but I'm so glad I didn't wait.

Sickness really hit me hard this time.

I had planned to make Matt a week of his favorite meals for his birthday. I do a menu every week and I decided to give him complete control the week of his birthday.

Not only that, but I was planning on making dinner rolls and cinnamon rolls the day of his birthday.

I almost didn't make it through the whole week. To make things even harder, hardly anyone even knew I was pregnant. We weren't planning on telling until Christmas.

Somehow, I summoned the energy and willpower to cook every night. It wasn't that fun. Unfortunately for Matt, he wouldn't get any of this favorite meals again for weeks. The thought of making any of those recipes made me dizzy and nauseated for quite some time.

Little did I know. Things were just getting started.

About 2 week after Matt's birthday, I was sick all day, everyday. I'm not sure how my kids survived. I could barely take care of myself. (Please don't mention Thanksgiving food around me. I will cry.)

At about 8ish weeks along, things got really bad. I wasn't even able to keep down water. I remember laying in my bed and thinking, "If I just lay here, completely still, I won't throw-up".

The sickness stayed that way for another week and a half. Finally one day, I texted one of my only friends that knew about the baby, "I'm losing weight. What should I do?" I was over it. I had finally decided I was going to call my doctor and ask for a prescription.

Every time I picked the phone up to make that phone call, I ended up deciding not to. For some reason, I just felt like things would change in just a couple of days.

They did. Things got better. Not great, but better. Throwing up only one or two times a day became HEAVENLY. After weeks without a single Diet Pepsi, I was able to keep down half a can! This was amazing.

Sure enough things continued to improve. By 11 weeks, I was back to working-out every morning and going to yoga on Saturdays.

We announced the pregnancy on Christmas Eve. A lot of people were shocked that we had kept the pregnancy such a secret when I was so sick. All I could do was give Matt credit.

For over a month or so, Matt did everything. He took care of the house, kids, laundry, Christmas shopping and me. I don't think he ever complained. I'm sure he was exhausted. He's basically the best husband anyone could ever ask for.

I've never been that sick before. I think the only thing that got me through was telling myself that it would all end at 14 weeks. I remember throwing up on the day I turned 14 weeks. I hadn't been that sick, but it was as if the Pregnancy Gods wanted to send me a message or something.

I still get sick a few times a week. Mostly at night, but I'm able to to take care of my kids and my house. I can definitely live with that.

I seem to be the most sick with my boy pregnancies. Maddox was an amazing baby. He still is. I'm hoping that this baby will follow suit. ;)