blech.

I've been feeling increasingly lousy since my chicken enchiladas incident on Thursday, and am mostly feeling annoyed about it. Watching 12, 13, and now 14 weeks pass without easing up on the (morning?) evening sickness is really...blech. I feel VERY entitled to feel better now that I'm in my second trimester. In addition, I think I'm getting some of my wisdom teeth, and it HURTS, which is making me extra irritable on top of being queasy and tired. I'm making a stronger effort to go into the upcoming week prepared to feel crummy and especially to prepare for the dinner hour (when I usually feel my worst) so that at least Matt and the boys can eat a normal dinner with minimal preparation and clean up. I planned mostly simple meals that don't require much preparation anyway (and am blessed enough to have a husband who offered to help me with some vegetable-chopping), but, since I'm already whining, even THAT sounds like way. too. much. work right now. But, this is temporary. And worth it. Well meaning people have said things like, "Oh, it must be so hard to feel sick with the little ones around." I guess, in ways. But really, how did I do this twice before without them? They make me so happy--they lighten the mood and remind me of how much I will love this new baby. If I didn't have them, all I would have is sickness and moping.