Meanwhile, here are the details: Baby Jim-Jams (his stage name, y’all) was 8 lbs, 8 oz — a mere slip of a boy compared to his older sisters, who both right at 10 lbs each. He is the Best Baby Ever ™, eating and sleeping like a champ, although he loves his 2am Happy Hour. I’m lazily working on spreading out his night feedings. And meanwhile, I cannot get enough of him — it’s all I can do not to gobble him up every hour or so.

What’s a huge relief: no more throwing up. No more pelvic pressure — he was breech, lying transverse, and I could barely walk from the sofa to the sink. And no more antepartum depression! (so far, at least)

I’m sleeping much better and no longer feel that horrible suicidal pull that I had several months ago. Amazing what a little sleep gives you. My extreme fatigue isn’t easy but evidently I’m anemic, so hopefully an iron supplement will help.

Meanwhile I’m thinking I’ll undergo a blog redesign (”re” is pushing it — it’s more like an actual design for once) and get back to my original theme of dropping the weight once the baby arrives in September. Nothing like fall fashion to get me in the mood to lose the puff.

I do not know why I am suddenly feeling good. I do not care to question how. But this is seriously an answer to prayer — I have needed a break from feeling bad for months. I’ve been waking up at anytime between 2 and 4am with no way to get back to sleep. That way lies madness, people! So it’s amazing how grateful you can get for these little things — like sleep, or eating like a normal person, that you once thought were necessities and now realize are blessings.

And of course now I have delusions of grandeur about my spring and summer, in which I single-handedly plant a garden and harvest yummy veggies for my family. And cook them. And have fun things like picnics. And write a book, decorate my house, and generally turn into Supergirl.

I just may go to the gym tomorrow if this keeps up. 

This is par with my previous 2 pregnancies, where I had morning sickness all 9 months. And I can feel myself on the brink of that bad depression I had 2 years ago. I don’t consider pregnancy a pathological state in general — and I actually love love love feeling the baby kick and move. But the hormones seem to negate my antidepressant. Usually the depression reverses once the baby is born, but that’s nearly 6 months from now.

What I need: morning sickness remedies. At this point, I’ll try anything. So give me your tried-and-trues, your rumored fixes, your mom’s old standbyes. I already take Zofran every 4 hours (the meds they give to chemo patients) but this week it just ain’t working. Or maybe it IS working and I’d be hospitalized otherwise? 

There was one bright spot — it was my birthday yesterday! (I threw up my birthday dinner.)

I’m desperate… can you tell me what worked for you?

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