Morning Sickness is a real treat...

...it takes all the joy out of being pregnant. Well almost all the joy. In those few moments right after I eat "the right thing", then my head clears and joy returns at the thought of who this next child will be, #4 for us. But seriously, I am getting quite depressed being this sick. I think it has a a lot to do with it being winter, and we just had the coldest week ever. Food and I are not friends right now, I cannot trust food. Well, I asked Ben to pick up some of those new baked subs from Dominoes on his way home from working with my brother today in town...and they sound awesome right now but we'll see about later. It is a beautiful day today and I refuse to sit here and be sick today. I'm going outside with the kids, sledding or walking or something. I should go see my midwife soon, let her know we may or may not need her end of August/early September. Okay maybe I can do this unassisted and she's all for letting us try but maybe I really would love to have a whole lot of women that have been here surrounding me. Yeah, that would be my dream birth. All these strong women around me, women that have also had babies at home or just are strong enough to allow it and believe in our bodies. It would be Sarah, Jane, Raquel, Marietta, Susan, Christine, and even Joanna so later she could know she could also follow in my footsteps, and have much more confidence. I would love to have my mom if she just trusted in nature and not "the system"....we'll see how it goes. I realize now it's all about staying calm and relaxed during labor. I just got so scared so soon last time and it made it not so easy.