week seven dawned with my internal alarm clock beeping loudly: morning sickness attack!!
before i even got out of bed i was defeated. somehow i got myself showered and breakfasted and out the door to work, and now, i’m surrounded by saltines and ginger ale and crackers and peppermint gum and and and. no.
so, sparky the blueberry must be growing and growing, or else i wouldn’t feel so shitty. this puts a small smile on my piqued face. 🙂
one thing: tootsie rolls are nectar of the gods. glory be.
mahjong night was a success–i made it through with very little nausea. and it was very sweet to sit around the table, all of drinking ginger ale instead of champagne as is custom. (of course, i still had the hangover this morning.)
now to attempt a bit of productivity…right after i pee.
pee ess, new fun symptom: chapped chapped lips.