Having a baby is supposed to be one of natures easy things for a woman.
It’s what we were made for after all. It’s supposed to be an easy, natural thing. At least that’s what I always thought. This pregnancy however… Is kicking my ass. It’s so hard to be over the moon happy about it when I can’t even keep down water with the help of five different medications. I can’t take care of my house. I can barely take care of my first born and barely taking care of even myself. I’m so freaking lucky Logan is as amazing as he is or I probably would already be back in the hospital. A trip I can feel coming on. Nothing helps.
All I do is puke. And puke. And puke.
Pregnancy is supposed to be a happy time. Not a time I’m wishing I was dead in a ditch.