That John Denver is Full of Crap...

So everyone kept telling me that the second trimester was the honeymoon trimester... the nausea goes away, she will not be as tired and she will be as horny as a toad. Well, one of the three is okay, I guess. She still gets sick and she is still pretty tired.

I feel so bad for her. I am starting to understand the humour behind the movies where the wife says to her husband, "You did this to me!" I don't know how she does it, but she is a trooper. I am beginning to understand just how big of a sacrifice this is, and I appreciate her more and more for it. If men had the babies, we would call in sick for 40 weeks. I am the biggest baby when I am sick - just leave me in a corner to die. But Lisa is so much stronger than I am. I guess this process is what forges a woman into a mother; it is what gives her that super-human ability to completely subdue her own needs to look out for her children. I think I am starting to understand what the saying 'moms don't get sick days.'

Still, every day I hope that the nausea will magically disappear. I was told by a couple of people at the office that week 14 is magical - all the sickness goes away. I feel like Harry and Lloyd on the way to Colorado - "That John Denver is full of crap!"

Bachelor Week: Take 2

My sister-in-law, Amy, is off to college at BYU-Idaho, and Lisa is taking the trek with her parents up there to get her settled into her new digs. I am staying behind because work obligations are such that it is not easy for me to get away at the beginning of any given month.

Lisa left early this morning, and I already miss her. I REALLY miss her, like back in the day when we were dating and I was living in California and she was here in Arizona. This sucks. She probably won't be home until the end of next week. My plan is take care of cleaning the house, since that is what I do when I am alone, and then play a very unhealthly amount of video games. Luckily, I just got the new Batman: Arkham Asylum, and Beatles: Rock Band comes out on Tuesday, so that will provide a welcome diversion. But I hate sleeping alone. Like I said, this sucks.

Oh well, at least her parents can enjoy the sound that is Lisa's nausea. I don't think they have an appreciation based on just the stories I have told them - they need to experience it for themselves.

On the plus side, I have to say that this whole 'being a parent' thing is a piece of cake - she always takes the baby with her!