I am almost thirteen weeks - thank heavens!! I have had enough of the nausea and mind numbing fatigue. I think I am on the upslope now.
In the meantime, Mike is recovering from back surgery - he is doing really well. We are going to post some pictures of the events that lead up to the surgery. Let's just say that for a while he lived like a slug - he didn't leave the ground very often. Now however, he can walk and sit and eat at the dinner table with us. Which is a big step forward. When Mike went to the ortho surgeon the doc told him that he had one big a** extrusion. Basically his option was to live in constant pain or get the surgery. There was no contest. Now Mike can't lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk and I think he is relishing this - it means he doesn't have to take out the garbage (a point of contention in our marriage). I am not enjoying this new chore AT ALL because of my newly acquired sense of smell.
Oh well, I will live with it for now. As long as he can lift the baby when it comes - that's what really matters. The garbage chore will be returned to him soon enough.