First trimester blues

It's 9:47pm and I'm getting close to already blowing my 365 day blogging challenge. Why? Because I am 7 weeks pregnant and I feel like this baby may be killing me.

And it's a slow death.

I found out I was pregnant right at four weeks and for the next three I was in awe of how good I felt. Tired, yes, but no sign of nausea in sight. Until a couple of days ago...

When I thought of morning sickness I assumed that it would be an illness cured by a visit to the toilet and then voila. Better. That isn't true apparently because I am sick every second of every day. There's nothing to fix it! I went online to read suggestions given by other women (I've tried them, they don't work, but I'm still open to hearing more) and the best answer there listed as a cure for morning sickness: adoption. So true.

I know it will be worth it in the end when I get to hold my precious babe, but right now he's just not playing fair. I mean, he's half an inch long for heaven's sake!

I'm just holding my breathe and trying to push through to the second trimester and trying to have some heart to hearts with this spawn sucking the life out of me.

Come on little baby...