Number 3 For Me

Well, while Chad and I were in Houston, we found out that I am pregnant. We are so happy to be blessed with yet another little one, but I am finding it very hard to look outwardly happy now that I am miserably nauseated morning, noon, and night. I got one of those forwarded good luck e-mails from my dad in which one is supposed to make a wish and pass the e-mail on. Well, I wished that I wouldn't be sick for the rest of my pregnancy, and it's supposed to come true in one day. I'll let you know how that turns out. So we are hoping for a boy this time, but I certainly wouldn't mind another girl. Oh, I'm also I'm pretty sure that it is almost impossible to be a "Fascinating Woman" while in the sickness stage of pregnancy. How am I supposed to look lovely when my makeup keeps smearing and my eyes are puffy and watery from throwing up? How am I supposed to be lovely when my insides decide they want to become my outsides and I am arguing with them every waking moment? How am I supposed to cook delicious meals for my family when the sight and smell of food makes me sick? How am I supposed to dote on my husband when I need him to dote on me? I'm convinced it's virtually impossible, so I will go back to being fascinating when the sickness passes. I'm sure there are certain exceptions to the rules when a woman is in the family way.