With Andy, Brady and Connor’s pregnancies, I was very sick. Morning sickness lasted all day. Every day. With Andy, I got sick while I was in labor. Fun stuff!
I’ve tried every trick in the book. And still, I’ve thrown up (sorry!) in more places than anyone else I know… including the median between the parking lot of a busy restaurant and the highway…. Also, out the door of my husband’s squad car in more than one grocery store parking lot. My husband says I should write a book about the best places to throw up and the foods that taste almost as good the second time. I’m not trying to be disgusting (I don’t have to try — it comes naturally), I’m just stating that morning sickness comes hand-in-hand with pregnancy for me.
When I was pregnant with our fourth child, Baby D, I never got sick. Deep inside, I knew something was wrong. I ended up miscarrying this precious child at 12 weeks. While we were distraught over never getting to know our baby, we were soon blessed by another pregnancy. When I started getting sick again while pregnant with Evan, I knew everything would be fine.
Odd as it is, I now see morning sickness as somewhat of a twisted blessing. To me, it means the baby is healthy. So, I’m here to tell you all that Baby F will come out weighing about 19 pounds, doing one-handed push-ups, reciting the Gettysburg Address.
I’m sick. I can’t go near my kitchen, because everything smells weird. I can’t change certain diapers. I can’t get too close to the dogs. And I’ve spent more time with the toilet today than with any one of my kids.

Yup, Baby F will be one healthy baby. He or she will probably not every be named, but at least he or she will be healthy.