I know, I know, I know...

So every person I run into has something to say about my not blogging lately. I just got on and saw the anonymous comment, ha ha...and I guess it's time to tell why...I've got a bun in the oven. Yep, after adamantly swearing I would never go through this hell again, I am--and it is hell. I have been EXTREMELY sick, and my triggers are

• My house
• My garage
• My car
• My purse
• My computer
• My clothes
• My kids
• My husband
• My phone (yep, even my phone stinks)

Which all lead me to a whole lot of puking. Don't worry, though, it hasn't stopped me from gaining 15 lbs! Yep, you heard right, 15 flipping pounds. I can actually see myself getting fatter. I was on an anti nausea drug that made me crazy tired, so at my second appointment I asked for something that wouldn't make me so tired...he wrote me a prescription for Zophran, which instantly became my new friend, and then after two weeks have passed...it doesn't work anymore. I started dry heaving and Brevin said, "Mom, hurry, take a pill!" But called Grandma after to tell her he watched mom puke...AGAIN!

Now you can all mark my words...THIS IS IT!! I will never ever do it it again. I can deal with the tiredness, I can deal with back aches, but I cannot stand feeling like the worst day of the flu all day every day. I tried to bargain with the man upstairs, and told him that if I wouldn't be sick this time I would do it again, but since my pregnancies have progressively got worse...I guess we've come to an agreement.

Truthfully, the hardest part for me is that I feel like a bad mom. I have fallen asleep drawing a picture with Kesler, literally pencil in hand. I get the worst at a night so I fall asleep on the couch and hear them crying because Bryson is trying to get them to bed and that is mommy time at this house, but I can't get myself to stand up because I know the minute I smell their room...I'm a goner...miserable.

I am fifteen weeks right now, and was hoping to wait until Thanksgiving to tell, unfortunately my belly isn't cooperating. So as people have found out, I decided to let the rest of you in on it. I was sick for 16 weeks with Kesler and I am hopeful that things will start to get better soon. We are hoping for a boy, I can't wait to hear everyone leave a comment about that, but it's true. No girls allowed at this house :)

The boys aren't excited...as I had anticipated. The only time Kesler agrees that this might be a good idea (and I'm still not sure that it is) is when I tell him HE gets to be the big brother. I'm sure he just pictures himself getting to boss someone littler than him around, and it makes me laugh. The only thing Brevin really says about it is that he gets to name it, and he is totally set on it. He told Bryson that Bryson got to name him, I named Kesler, and now it's his turn.

So for all of the unanswered emails, phone calls, & texts, I really am sorry. I am hoping to feel better soon and then I promise I will be better :)

Just for the record, I am missing my photo card that has Brevin's Birthday & Halloween on it so as soon as it reappears I will PROMISE to post both of those important events.