So it's been a yucky few months as I've tried to take one day at a time to endure the first weeks of pregnancy. I get "evening" sickness rather than morning, and by the end of the day I'm pretty pathetic. Dave has been good about taking Maya when he gets home from work, but his 11-hour days don't leave much time in the evening. I'm glad to say that it has finally passed. Poor Maya has been malnourished during this time, as I couldn't stand to smell any prepared food here. We've been through a lot of drive-thrus. The only thing I could really stand to eat was mustard. That must be the German in me coming out. I was down about 7 pounds, but I fear that those will quickly make their return.
To prove that I'm feeling better, I made a scrapbook page. The photos are from earlier this summer when Will, Deb (Dave's sister), and Lizzie Peterson came to visit us for a few days. They got to stay in Galveston before it was wiped from the map. Lizzie and Maya had fun playing together.