I don't know what to do with myself.
Vader took some time off from work (shocking!) so he's been home since Christmas. It has been lovely, although noisy. I have been sleeping late and napping a lot. I took my meds last night instead of this morning because I did NOT want to nap again today. So I'm not. The Princess is sleeping and Vader and SkyWalker are downstairs bowling and I don't know what to do with myself. I made all the phone calls I had to do today. I folded the laundry and started another load. The dishwasher is running. I'm sure there is something productive I can do but instead I am wasting time on the internets because I can.
Christmas was good. Vader was very impressed with "Santa", aka, me, and the lack of presents under the tree. I got a lot of small stuff from the dollar spot at Target. SkyWalker is so happy to get anything that he really didn't notice. He was just as thrilled with the long johns as with the firetruck... The Princess nearly jumped up and down waiting for me to open up her baby doll box. I felt a little bad that underneath the tree looked so empty, but they didn't notice and when you're planning on 4 kids you really have to think about tomorrow as much as today. We won't be able to keep up with crazy Christmases... so it's better not to start. Anyway, all that worry was for naught because I think they got more the next day from my family than they did from Santa! SkyWalker got another bowling set and he was just as happy as he was on Christmas. And it's actually perfect because he sets both up next to each other and he and Daddy pretend they are at a bowling alley and bowl at the same time. He also got two Cranky the Cranes and before I could grab the second one to return/exchange it, he had the box opened and it was too late. But he likes having two. The Princess got a second baby doll and now has her hands full. She's carrying both around now and it's adorable. She now has her own guitar and takes "lessons" with her brother from Daddy at bedtime. I think she will be the one to actually do it.
Also adorable--she has started saying Mommy. She's said "mama" for a while now, usually while crying, but she just started saying "Mommy!" the other day. When she's looking for me or she wakes up from her nap or if I heaven forbid close my eyes she will come up and yell "Mom-MY!". The first "mama" is always special and nice, but there's something about Mommy that's just so much more... until it's 4 years later and you're hearing it every 2 seconds.
At dinner the other night she pointed at Daddy and said "Daddy", pointed at me and said "Mommy", and pointed at SkyWalker and said "brother". It was so cute. She has finally said his name but seems to prefer calling him brother. I'm trying to get her to say her own name but I'm not quite sure she's doing it.
I am still taking the promethazone... and still throwing up every once in a while. I guess I just have to take it easy no matter what and hope it passes soon. Every once in a while is much better than 2-3 times a day. I am beyond tired and looking forward to being really pregnant. I hate the beginning stages. Besides the vomiting, I hate not really feeling pregnant. Not being big, not feeling movement. Although I have felt the um, I don't know what you'd call it, the whole baby sac since the beginning (the benefits of being thin), I don't feel right until I can feel the actual baby moving. I still haven't heard the heartbeat. It doesn't feel real yet.