That's pretty much my life these days. The morning sickness is kicking my butt on every level possible. It's just steady and constant and overwhelming. No cravings, just lots of food aversions. I'm huge, seriously ginormous. I didn't show at all until three or four months along with Jess, and I'm ashamed to admit that I don't remember when I started showing with Sam - but with this one - my goodness, I found out I was pregnant and instantly, my stomach pouched out and now I've got a seriously noticable baby bump. I love it :-).
The kids are both doing well - relatively speaking. Both of them ended up really sick on Thursday and Friday, fevers, coughing, sneezing and general yuckiness. By Friday night, they were both up and running around and seem to be fine now. Sam's still a bit fussy, and hoarse, and Jessie's got a serious tendency to emotional frailty, to put it nicely. Almost everything is cause for tears and hysteria and I'm almost at the end of my rope. To balance it, she's been so sweet and solicitious about the morning sickness - coming to curl up next to me after I throw up, and making sure that I've got water and even brought me ice cream after my latest bout of vomiting.
Sam - I've got to wean him. It's SO painful now, and he's so attached to it, I feel awful. He told me that the milk tasted "different" and I asked if it was yucky, and he smiled, patted my breast, and told me that it still tasted perfect to him. I've stopped nursing him at night (last night was the first night, and he cried, screamed, wailed, hit me, it was so hard - but after about ten minutes, he crawled up into my arms and let me rock him to sleep), and he and I have really limited the amount of nursing he does during the days. Yesterday, he didn't nurse once all day long - and he hasn't nursed since about seven this morning and it's almost three o'clock now.