What's become more of a problem is the fatigue. I am absolutely pooped a great deal of the time. I took a 10 minute nap yesterday when I got home so I could cook dinner. And then I was in bed by 9:00. Ironically, Conor was still up by 9:00. He's been going to sleep later (not to bed later, but to sleep later) and I've been going to bed earlier. There has been overlap in our bedtimes and I'm just too tired to argue when he asks to come in bed with me. Also, it's fun to read our magazines together and then go to sleep. If Dave comes to bed late enough, he can take Conor in for his late night pee-pee and then put him back in his own bed. It's a win-win for everyone.
I'm hoping that I'm at the peak of both the fatigue and nausea part of my pregnancy. I've forgotten what it's like to not feel gross around food. Or what it's like to not want to take a nap every few hours of the day.
A few more weeks. I'll be glad to be back to normal. Well, normal while pregnant with twins.