How many more like yesterday?

Though I have officially passed the half way point in the pregnancy, I can't help but wonder how many more days I will have like yesterday. It was the absolute worst day of the whole experience so far. It started out with me waking up early - way too early - and unable to fall back to sleep. I got up and got a start on the day and was able to get a few hours of work in before morning sickness hit. I had a great week up until the night before and thought I had been moving beyond that whole horrid phase. I guess that I was wrong.

I had to go into the office to drop off some documents so I pulled it together and went off with Don. Shortly after arriving I knew that the rest of the morning was shot. Even sitting in front of the computer was making me sick. So after quickly checking in with a few people I started home. It didn't get any better through the rest of the day. I seemed to be getting all the symptoms of pregnancy at once. I had a headache, sore back, sore feet, heartburn, was tired, sick [a few too many times], constipated [I know, I know - TMI - but it hurts!] and frustrated. What happened to the old me? When would I see her again?

The only bright spot in the whole day was the TLC I got from Don. When I was lying in bed, trying to remind myself that it would all be worth it in the end he came in and gave me a massage, a back rub [despite a sore wrist] and support. I'm such a sucker for that kind of thing and felt better just because he was there.

Next week will be the 23rd week. That means I have about another 17 weeks of pregnancy to enjoy. On the plus side, the baby is moving around a lot these days and though it can make it hard to sleep at night, it's really kind of neat. I'm learning all kinds of things about our boy already - he loves Belgian chocolate [very, very active after Don brought me some home], will likely be very active at night if his acrobatics are any indication, and will be a torment to the cat. When she tries to lie on my tummy he gets mad and starts kicking. The poor cat gets pushed off again and again. I also get a pretty quick response if I pat the left side of my tummy - sort of a kick that says "Hi mom! Wanna play?"

I know that I've said it before but I'll say it again. I have a whole new appreciation for moms! I haven't even gone through the labor experience and I'm regretting everyday in my life that I haven't remembered and appreciated all that moms go through just to bring us into the world.

That being said, it's my mom's birthday this weekend. Happy birthday mom! I love you, you were [and still are] always right and thank you for everything. You will always be the standard against which I judge myself and I hope that one day I can give my son all the love, understanding, patients and strength that you selflessly continue to give to all of us.