On Wednesday when I did my update post, I was delirious with exhaustion and decided to post so that people would stop sending me subtle threats and singing The Song That Doesn't End.* I didn't have time to get my ultrasound pic up.
And also? I put that my due date was 2/24/08. So clearly I had this baby 5 months ago and gave it away to someone else during the cry all night period. Because who wants to put up with that shit?
My due date is 2/24/2009.
So here it is - the little cupcake in my easy bake uterus:
It's a picture of a picture, since we are hillbillies with no scanner. But I think it does the job. You can see the little cupcake floating around, wreaking havoc on my digestive system and making me so tired that I can't remember how to spell words like wreaking and delirious without looking them up on Dictionary.com.
Since I'm on week 7, the baby has arms (with elbows!) and legs (with knees!) and a pointy head. Oh? And a tail. And an appendix! I bet its the cutest appedix evah!
All Day Sickness is interesting. This morning, I woke up and thought maybe I was dreaming. I felt so fucking awesome! I didn't feel like puking in the sink! Hot damn! I even felt good enough to eat a bowl of Crunch Berries (yummmm) before I left for work.
It was going to be a bright, bright, bright sunshiny day.
Until about half way to work, when I thought that I might need to pull over on the side of the turnpike and take a nap because holding the steering wheel was making my arms so goddamned tired. Just, like, a 10 minute nap, to ease my nausea and make it so that I could steer without pain. Unfortunately, there are no places to pull over, so I had to hold out.
And I don't actually throw up. No. I think I am going to throw up. I KNOW I am going to throw up. So I go in the work bathroom and pick the cleanest stall, and risk catching the plague to sit on the skanky floor and hold back my hair.
I get spit mouth.
I heave a little just smelling the toilet water.
I do not vomit.
I must have really looked shiteous, too, because two of my coworkers were all, "Oh, Jen, are you not feeling well?" Yes, I am glad that I look disgusting enough for people to notice.
I am so pretty.
It is also really hard to plan meals. Yesterday for dinner, I made a chicken and rice bake that was delicious. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I packed the leftovers for lunch today thinking that it would be equally delicious tomorrow.
I had to pick out the chicken because it smelled like rotten raccoon in 90 degree weather to me. Arby's sounded delicious, so we got that. One day at a time, I guess.
You know what's crazy about the whole thing? I love my all day sickness. I appreciate the bigger purpose of it. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
*Very hilarious, by the way.