I see light

So a continuation of the story from yesterday...babyjama awoke just after I finished blogging and was screaming and crying and seeming feverish. I immediately made dinner and held her and covered her up. Luckily I think she just had a case of the cranks and not something more serious like the flu or the dreaded e-coli that's going around.

She and I finally crashed on the couch around 10 pm. I woke up with a crick in my neck an hour later. I was able to stumble down the hall, put her in her bed, mumble goodnight to papajama and go straight to sleep.

That wonderful lovely man! I woke up this morning and he had cleaned up the kitchen, wrangled the contents of babyjama's rampage from yesterday, and left me with a nice house to wake up to. I don't know what I would do without him. Today is off to a much better start, and babyjama is down for a nap at a decent hour.

At our visit on Sunday, our midwife told me that my morning sickness was most likely due to the fact that I'm not eating at regular enough intervals and most likely need more calories and more leafy greens. I swear I did really well at this on Monday, but yesterday I lost the groove. The hardest thing for me about eating like that is that I feel like I need to do a whole production everytime I enter the kitchen. I can't just put some dip and crackers in a bowl, or put some salad dressing on some spring mix and call that a snack. NooooOOOoooo. According to me, apparently, I haven't eaten well unless every last dish in the house is dirty by the end of the day, and there's something stuck to the wall behind the stove. I'm working on it, but even as I'm thinking about it, I'm considering making homemade crackers, or making a huge batch of popcorn that I can put brewer's yeast on and separate into snack sized baggies. I swear I make everything into a production.

Why can't I be more like babyjama? For her a well balanced snack is the little crumbies that collect under the high chair cover.