This pregnancy has been different than the last two. For the first 12 weeks, I was so sick. I had morning sickness with the boys but this was on a completely different level. My days consisted of surviving until Will got home, then laying in bed for the rest of the night. I started to get a little depressed and now I realize that it was mostly due to being homesick. I've always done things on my own but I've never ventured too far from my mom (I'll admit that I'm a mama's girl). This has been the longest I've gone without seeing her as well as my first pregnancy without her (we left Kansas during my second trimester with Asher). It took quite a bit of adjustment to realize that I needed to rely on Will as much as I did.
I'm hoping that as I start to feel better and better, I take the time to really embrace this pregnancy. It's going by so fast that I fear the experience will become an afterthought. After all, this will likely be my last time growing a little baby.