HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF?

Those obnoxious folks we refer to as "they" often say that the second pregnancy is nothing like the first.  I disagree.  A lot.

The week before my positive test, my chest felt particularly prickly.  It wasn't nearly to the extreme as last time - with the Jacks, remember?  But, I definitely felt a change.  Something was letting me know that the fun-bags (yeah, I just said that) were about to explode with joy.  Right.

Just like last time, if I don't eat often enough, I get sick.  How is this possible, you ask, with nothing in my tummy?  Yeah.  I'm not sure either.  And don't even get me near the bottle of pre-natal vitamins if I haven't been stuffing my face for a while and plan to after.  The things makes me wretch.  It's awesome.

Last night, while I was brushing my teeth, I had the first of the foamy gags.  It was like that annoying snot-nosed boy on the school bus when you are young . . . really awful to have around but when he's gone, you actually kind of miss him.  Sort of. 

The fatigue is here - Again.  I don't want to over-exert myself; this may be part of the fear of losing my pregnancy.  But, I don't want to do anything but nap after work, before work, on the weekends. . . all of the time.  That definitely did not change.

For now, we are only telling those people who will catch on pretty quickly if otherwise not informed.  These are the folks on whom I lean for support. . my team, if you will.  The people who will pat me on the back as I go along OR hold my hand when things fall apart.  They did hold my hand when things fell apart.  Their smiles at getting the news are giant rewards of my faith in them.  This is history repeating itself.