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!"