Pregnancy Update: 13 Weeks

I've been hesitating to do another pregnancy update. I don't like to complain, and definitely don't like to whine, and with the way I've been feeling I didn't think I could write about my pregnancy without doing both.
But many have been asking, so here's your update.
I am 13 weeks pregnant, and still feeling so sick. I went to the doctor two weeks ago and he prescribed me an anti- nausea medicine that, amazingly enough, my records showed I hadn't tried before. And for the first few days I thought it was actually working. I thought, this is the miracle drug I've been waiting for!
But now I know it must have been a fluke, because I've been sick...I mean, throwing-up sick....for the past 3 days and the pills have not made a dent in the nausea.
This pregnancy has been so strange. With the others, there was a start date to my sickness and then an end date. But with this pregnancy, I'll have three bad days, a couple good days, and then four more bad days. I keep getting my hopes up that the nausea is finally behind me, and then it starts all over again.
Needless to say, I'm getting slightly tired of this. I'm tired of being sick! And tired of taking care of three kids and a house full of chores while I'm sick.
I know this too shall pass, but isn't it about time to pass already?
So there, I'm done whining and complaining for now. I wish I had better news to report at 13 weeks pregnant, but unfortunately I don't
In related news, I have to share a story.
I was in the bathtub the other day and Cooper came in to see me. He's always visited me in the bathtub, since he knew how to walk and talk anyway. I think he knows I'm a captive audience while in the tub, and he takes the opportunity to have conversations with me while I'm not distracted by anything else. And I do love our conversations. Cooper says the funniest and the sweetest things.
On this particular day, in the middle of us talking, I got really nauseated and had to stop talking for a minute.
Cooper asked me, "What's wrong mom?"
I managed to reply, "Mom's feeling sick Coop."
To which, Coop says, "I wish that baby would stop making your tummy hurt!"
In the midst of the nausea, that made me smile.
It was simply said, from a three-year-old.
To put things into perspective, I just have to remind myself that I am so blessed to be able to have my own babies. God has placed me in a realm of knowing so many women who can't get pregnant, or who have a hard time conceiving.
I have absolutely nothing to complain about in the scheme of things.
I am thankful that God is giving us a large family and I know I can endure a little morning sickness {make that, all day sickness} so that I can hold another little baby in my arms.
Through this sickness, I am blessed.