Morning Sickness. My ass.
It’s a good thing this phase doesn’t last forever and when I’m done I’ll have a teeny tiny baby to celebrate despite all the PUKING I’M ABOUT TO START DOING. Anyone mind if I keep track of how many times I throw up this go round? Anyone? Cause I think I’m gonna. It’ll give me something to do while I kneel in front of the porcelain god waiting for the convulsions to begin.
Okay, ONE. And a half. Well, two halves. They weren’t full-fledged.
Biggest fear about the throwing up? That Judah will see/hear me and will try to imitate what I’m doing. When she’s been sick before, we’ve managed to anticipate her throwing up and rush her to the bathroom in time to eject into the toilet. Makes clean-up much easier. Sometimes, when she coughs or when she’s about to go potty, she will lean over the toilet bowl and cough into the toilet, pretending she’s going to throw up.
She’s at that age where she mimics everything. It’s hard when it’s just her and me in the afternoons and I’m feeling the need. She has a bad habit of needing to know what I’m doing at all times, and I just know she’s going to come barging in the bathroom in all my all-day sickness glory. It would be great if the bathroom door closed all the way.
Well, now that she’s throw-up trained, it would be nice if we could get her potty trained.