Pregnancy and the holidays

This weekend will mark four weeks of me being sick, and that fact alone is helping my spirits improve. Because no matter what remedies I try, time is really the only thing that helps me get past this horrible sick phase. I probably have another month or so to go, if other pregnancies are any indication, but even knowing that I may be entering the second half gives me hope. The days are still very hard, and sometimes time drags ever so slowly, but each passing day is one less that I have to be sick.

And I'm also hopeful that when I emerge from this vomitous fog, the holidays will be upon us, and perhaps I can enjoy them! Thanksgiving will be cutting it close, but I'm hopeful that I'll at least be less sick than I am now.

My oldest had a great line the other night. We were in our van heading home, and she started getting excited about Christmas. She said, "Oh, I can't wait! It's almost time for baking cookies, and then we get to have eggnog and decorate our tree and listen to Christmas music." And then, after a pause, as if dragging out something that's vaguely in her memory bank, she added, "And do we sometimes get presents at Christmas, too?"

It was very sweet to know that our attempts to downplay the commercialism at Christmas are working so far. It's all about the memories of things we do as a family to the little ones, isn't it?