Forgive me baby, but I keep wondering if it will ever end! The morning sickness that is … not the pregnancy. This week has seemed much more like my first pregnancy. The morning sickness that was confined to key points during the day seems to be slowly creeping into other times. Ironically, the only time of day that I feel consistently good is morning! In truth, I still feel much better than I did when pregnant with Jacob. That being said, I just seem to have a nagging feeling of "yuck"! The urge to perch myself within inches of the bathroom door doesn't exist this time, but this week has left me feeling quite drained and all around useless!
In spite of the ever-present ill feeling, we've had a very good week. Our whole family took the weekend off and ventured to the annual fair held in my hometown. (Rob and I actually went to high school together and our parents still live one town apart, so the fair was a wonderful excuse to visit with our families.) Jacob had the time of his life! He actually went to the fair last year at a mere ten months of age and seemed to be in his glory then. Who could have guessed how much more fun it would be to take him this year! We rode rides (calm ones Mommy could handle), pet sheep, cows, horses and more, and ate more food that I ever dreamed I'd be able to handle! (Recall Jacob's allergies throughout the past year and a half and you'll get a sense of how happy we were to be able to eat anything at all!) We spent Friday night watching a volunteer fireman's parade with over 45 trucks -- imagine Jacob's wonder -- and all day Saturday wandering around the fairgrounds. It turned out to be the nicest day New England has in the past several months.
While Rob and I also had the time of our lives watching our little boy having so much fun, I really overdid it! By Saturday night I was so ill that I honestly thought I was coming down with the flu. This tiny baby seems to have stretched every possible muscle in my stomach already and I was just plain achy and not much fun to be around. Still, I wouldn't have traded this special time with Jacob for anything. Fortunately, the day had really worn Jacob out too, so we all made an early night of it and wouldn't you know, all was fixed by morning. (Well, at least I was back to my regular, slightly nauseous, self.)
On another happy front, it appears that all is progressing well with the house. We're starting to believe that this move might actually happen. So, we noted how short our remaining packing time really is and moved into what appeared to be full swing. Our wonderfully supportive neighbor and her son played with Jacob one morning so Rob and I could pack fragile pieces without extra "help" and we're well on our way to spending our final three weeks here, living in a pile of boxes.