So It turns out I forget everything.

Im on the floor of our vacation rental, vomiting and feeling like death, I’m 7 weeks, I’m in hell.
“This is the worst its ever been,” I quietly say to Sean, one eye open, Kids crawling on top of me like a makeshift jungle gym.
“You say that every time,” my oldest replies….
“Oh.” I do?

Turns out I’m sick and miserable each time, yet I have no recollection of this, All I remember is the kicks and seeing them on the ultrasounds…weird right?

Their all off on a jet skiing adventure, I’m wondering how I’m going to get through the next few hours….
Wish me luck.