The joy of morning sickness

When I got pregnant with Connor, we didn't want to announce it to anyone until the second trimester, just in case. I appeared at work each day, feeling like I was recovering from an all night drinking binge, because that is the joy of morning sickness. My boss at the time, wore so much perfume that I could smell her when she walked in the building in the mornings. We had a 9am meeting and I don't know how she never saw me gagging from the perfume in the room.
Worse than the morning time were evenings. By 4pm, I would start feeling like I was going to vomit and Jorma and I would quickly leave work and I would drive home clutching a plastic grocery bag, "just in case". It sucked.

This time I kept bragging to everyone about how I don't feel sick at all, so then of course, I have to start feeling sick. It's not as bad as the last time, but that's why I'm been slack with my blogging. It's hard to really think about something good and funny to write about while you are eyeing the near by techo-mesh trashcan trying to figure out if it will hold vomit, just in case.

At least this time I know that it's going to end. I remember with Connor, saying to Jorma, "How do women do this more than once? I can't believe that any woman could experience this and then want to have another kid." And here we are. I think last time was worse, because I was away from all of my family and friends, I was terrified of the labor and delivery and because my body had never had such a hormonal rush. This time afraid of how I'm going to handle two little ones.
The first time I was afraid of the labor and delivery. The second time I'm afraid of the end product.