7 weeks

Oh little baby. You are making mama sick sick sick. Mornings can be rough, but not near as bad as nights. Ugg, laying on the couch is my norm now. Not moving for fear I may loose it all. And the exhaustion, oh boy the exhaustion. I'm getting anxious to tell people all about you. Soon soon I'll see that tiny heart beating. I told Patrick this morning that I was sorry I was so sick. He replied "Don't be sorry mommy, it's ok. I love you." What a dear!