Momma

So I started this out as a really long Facebook wall post then I thought, "This is too long and not everyone one wants to read about my weekend puking and pooping all over the house. I should move it to my blog." But then I something weird happened... I couldn't find my blog. It's been so long since I've written anything that I forgot my blog address. I had to go back through my facebook searching for it. I then realized how hilarious my first pregnancy was and it made me sad for Langley and my second pregnancy. Who knew that passing a 6lb 4oz football out of your vagina could completely suck all the funny right out of you?!?!?! A little heads up would have been nice.
So my vow for the second half of this pregnancy is to find the humor in everything and then blog about it, for Langley. In the meantime, here is the post for my mom (warning, this is not funny).

I would like to just take a moment to thank my mom for being so wonderful. Not just because she dressed me in this awesome bonnet back in 1986 but because she wasted the past three days taking care of me, Huxley, and Langley.
I started not feeling well Thursday night and after I put Huxley to when to take a bath. I was relaxing in the water one minute and the next I was puking in my own bathwater. Talk about disgusting. You have never seen a pregnant, fat girl move faster then when puke is invading her bathwater. I texted my mom and my sister to tell them because we are all in a constant, 24/7, 365 group text where we share everything- at least I share everything. My mom said to call if I needed anything during the night. I said to just pray it was a one time thing and that Huxley sleeps 14 hours like she has been. Well of course things can never go my way. Huxley wakes up screaming and crying in the middle of the night. I go to her room in just enough time to pick her up and realize I need to throw up again. We run into the hall bathroom where I sit on the toilet, grab the trashcan, and place Huggles on the floor. We are both a screaming crying mess. I call my mom and she's over in record time trying to put Huxley back to bed.

She finally comes and lays down with me (of course Karl can never be at home when stuff like this goes down). I proceed to puke more and more throughout the night. I get worried for multiple reasons. I went to the my midwife on Thursday where she told me I was dehydrated and my amniotic fluid is low (with Huxley it was too high, why can my body not get it's act together). She said I needed to push fluids and make sure that I stay well hydrated. Also, I haven't felt the baby kick. At this point with Huxley, I had felt her and I know with the second one you're suppose to feel it sooner. We decide to go to the ER because I can put up with a lot but once you throw a helpless baby who depends on my into it, I need someone to reassure me that she's ok. Turns out I have some weird stomach flu/food poisoning thing. The baby is fine, I even felt her kick while laying on the stretcher at the hospital. They tell me to go home, take it easy and just try to focus on holding down fluids. We returned home where crap got real.

For the next 16 hours all I could do is lay in the bed in-between puking and pooping. I was so weak I couldn't even pick up Huxley (finally I had my mom put her in the bed with me so I could rub her hair while she drank some milk). My awesome mom got no sleep, took the day off from work, washed disgusting clothes, towels, bathroom rugs, and sheets all day long while she watched Huggles and took care of my every needed. Finally, late Friday night I stopped puking and was able to hold down a glass of water. My mom took Huxley to her house to let me recover in peace for the next two days. My mom is the BEST and I hope to be the same kind of mother to my girls as she is to me and my sister.

In closing, some old school Boys II Men