Apparently I had successfully deceived myself into believing that I was SuperWoman in the flesh. Today, of course, reality knocked me off my high horse.
Yesterday wasn't a terrible day with morning sickness, it was actually a little better. But last night I was kept up by the worst heartburn ever. All I could think (well besides "you have got to be kidding me!") was this is the most insane symptomatic pregnancy ever.
So I make it through the night propped up on 3 ft of pillows only to discover that the morning sickness was going to be the worst ever today. I really was at a breaking point. Here I have 3 amazing children who deserve the best and I can barely stand up straight.
I called Michael and broke down. I mean sobbing. Uncontrollable. I am so enormously blessed to have a husband willing to come home from work to take care of me.
I could handle that my husband now knew that I was not SuperWoman...who am I kidding? SuperWoman would never repeatedly leave dinner out until 10pm...he already knew that. But he was taking the kids to my mom's for the afternoon.
An awesome blessing but now my mom, dad and siblings see that I am incapable of handling it all. I feel like a loser. It is my job to watch my children yet I sucked at it today.
I am in the 9th week and praying this ends soon. Please, God?