No one gets out of here alive

This pregnancy is now kicking my tuckus.

I've gone from fine, to bad, to worse, to semi-comatose.

What can I say? I'm one sick puppy. I can't even drink water. I'm done. Stick a fork in me.

As I write this, I'm trying desperately to keep down those three Doritos and one sip of ice water I just consumed.

I don't think it's going to work.

The sickness is constant. It's 24 hours, and yes, that means I'm nauseas even in my sleep. I can't consume a single thing without wanting to purge it.

(You're so glad you're reading this right now, aren't you?)

The hard part? I mean the really suckass part? Mr. C left this morning for a conference and won't be back until late this week. I'm solo parenting. From my couch. With a little help from my friends T and V.

Okay, a lot of help from the TV.

Bring on the guilt.

I don't know if this pregnancy is worse than the last one or if it's just the circumstance this time around. The last time I had a job and I was still grieving my mom, who had died just a few months prior. This time, I'm home with Chicky. My only obligation, job, chore, what have you, is taking care of Chicky. Making sure she is fed, bathed, put down for nap, picked up from nap, put down for bed, picked up from bed. Not to mention our two scheduled activities a week and my training classes a couple of evenings a week.

Oh, and love. I am loving that kid up. It's not making up for the fact that a majority of my parenting is being done from a prone position on the couch, usually with my eyes half closed, or from in front of a toilet, but I'm trying. I'm failing. But I'm still trying.

I apologize a lot. She doesn't really know what I mean but I do it anyway. But she loves it when Mama is sick. It cracks her up. Eh, at least she's amused.

I don't want to bitch and moan anymore - I do enough of that all day long, thankyouverymuch - but things are going to be sparse around here until I get some help, in whatever form that comes. Hopefully, it will come in the form of Zofran.

Ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease, let there be Zofran.

I need to save my strength because I've got things I need to take care of, between puking and sleeping, and I'm not quite sure how they'll all get done.

For instance, we'll be relaunching the New England Mamas blog on Monday the 15th in a new location. And as God as my witness I will finish that site! Even if I have to finish it from the floor of my bathroom!

That really tired me out. I think I'll go to sleep now. After I try to eat one more Dorito.

Keep your fingers crossed.