I've been admittedly lazy in my posts recently. Pregnancy symptoms have gotten the best of me, and though its normally my way to forge ahead, not allowing such things to slow me down, this time around, the symptoms have won.

I feel icky. Often. Most of the day, actually. This interferes with how I am able to interact with my son and has dominoed into me feeling like a crappy mom for not giving him the attention I feel he deserves. Of course, its really out of my control, which I believe is what aggravates me the most.

Constantly fighting nausea has got me feeling less than sexy, and the smell of come, once such a delightful ending to a sexual encounter, now leaves me gagging and insisting on showers immediatly following come inducing activities.

Rick has been more amorous than ever, reminding me of how amorous he was during the last pregnancy. It is a pleasant memory, though I've not been able to fully enjoy the attention, what with my constant feeling of blah. Nearly every single night, hes grabbing me and fondling me, often resulting in spooning sex. Unfortunatly, I'm often praying that the jerky movements and shaking of the bed doesn't make me vomit, rather than participating in the lovefest.

If ever I felt like a lovedoll, its now. lol Do I mind? Of course not. And in my twenty minutes a day that I don't feel like crap, its what I think about. Once a nympho.....well, you know how it goes.