Ode to Zofran

This is the first pregnancy that I've tried prescription drugs.  I really kinda thought I was cool to tough it out, but I am now repenting of my pride.

I love my Zofran.

As you can see, I am even posting recently after my last post.  I'm a new me.  Or, really, I'm the old me, but back.

Nick accidentally called it Prozac, and it's eerily fitting.  It's only been 36 hours, but I'm much more fun to be around than the sicko who's been living in this house the last couple of months.  She has been evicted.  Permanently, I hope.

I still feel "pregnant," whatever that means, but at least now it's hard to describe, instead of the easy description of, "you know when you just want to hurl... all day... every day... for months at a time?"

Let me just add briefly for those who are interested that Zofran runs a new low price of only $40 per pill.  Yeah.  But (now listen carefully) there is now a generic version, which is what I'm actually on, that is only $4 per pill.  My doctor didn't even know about it.  Thank goodness for good friends and good pharmacists.

In related news, Bethelle wants a little brother.  We were surprised at first, but she is consistent.  It's because she loves Rigby so much and because she thinks he's "so handsome"!  Isn't that adorable?  Oh, and she wants to name the little boy Larry.  Mmm hmm.  How do you like that, President Johns?  If it's a girl, she wants to name her Bethelle.  I kinda do too.

I'm still alive

You may think the title of this post has to do with the fact that I haven't blogged for a long time.  Au contraire.  You will soon see the double meaning.

As I've stated before, we are swamped with Nick's new work schedule and commute and with getting our house ready to sell.  We are making good progress, but still have several items on "List A" which need to be done before listing, and then we'll keep working on the details until it sells.  We are hopeful of a summer sale.

I have pretty much removed myself from helping with the house projects by becoming pregnant.  Yup.  There it is, the big announcement.  I am already 11 weeks along, but have neglected posting here because I've pretty much been either feeding my children or laying in bed.  I really did not want to make a negative post like this, but what else can I say?  Pregnancy is not my thing.  When pregnant with Bethelle, I lost 11 pounds, then gained 21, for a whoppping total of 10 pounds gained the whole pregnancy.  Yes, I've had people tell me that they are jealous, but trust me, it would be much better to healthfully go through a diet after the pregnancy than to be essentially anorexic and bulimic while growing a baby.  With Rigby, I lost 7 pounds (I was sick, but not nearly AS sick), but still managed a total of 25 gained.  So far this time, I have lost 8 pounds.  This is much more like my bad first pregnancy.  Maybe it's a girl?!  I'll let you know in a couple months.

I should also mention that for the first time, I have tried taking B6 to relieve symptoms.  It works pretty well.  It was a miracle at first, but now I'm not so sure how much it's helping.  I definitely suggest that any morning sick person should try it.

The up side is....  well, it's a baby, right?  We're pretty excited about that.  This baby and Rigby will be 22 months apart, and the due date is set for now at August 26th.  I just hope we are living a beautiful new house.  Good luck, Nick.