I wish I had some pretty red, white, and blue firecracker photos to post, but I don't.
I didn't even realize yesterday was the 4th of July until around noon.
Oh well, there's always next year.
I know I have a lot of internet catching up to do, but for now I'm typing with one hand, in my bed, with such slow internet connection that it just ain't gonna happen today.
I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. Philip leaves for work... for a month.
He's been helping a lot with Adeline and diapers, and fixing my food, medicine, and water, and frankly I think I might die without him here to help.
Okay, I won't die.
but I'll be even more bummed.
I. hate. you.
This will be my last pregnancy.
I wanted more kids, but I ain't doin this again, that's for sure.
I'm in such a big guilt bubble already about my lack of involvement with the daughter I already have.
I've been sick for just 2 weeks now, and I know I'll likely be like this for at least 6 more months if it's the same as the first go round.
Overall she's doing alright with the recent adjustments. She doesn't quite understand why I won't get up off of the couch, and I'll admit that it is slightly funny to watch stick out her tongue and say "BLAAHHH" while I'm throwing up.
She's learning to be more independent, which is sweet and sad at the same time.
I just miss being a good mom. The couch is already old.