It's been a bad day. I'm hitting the peak of morning sickness; at least I hope it's the peak, because I seriously can't imagine it getting any worse.
Any mention of food makes me nauseous. Sitting up makes me nauseous. Brushing my teeth makes me nauseous. And that's not good because after all the sickness, my teeth need to be brushed. Often.
Thank goodness Ryan is taking this week off of work. Poor Liam and Sydney need someone capable of preparing their food.
I just hope it begins to fade by Thursday. If I can't eat all of the historically yummy Thanksgiving food I'm going to be one sad lady.
Two Weeks Later
3 weeks ago