|Either way, move your ass! I'm hungry!|
Oh yes, I'm still sick. And the anonymous commenter who hoped that I would blow hard chunks? Got her wish. You're welcome, I did it all for you, perhaps you will hate me less or perhaps not but HEY! HEY! HEY! Gimmeh some tortilla chips!
On Saturday, I ate a big bowl of cherries and then like 3 hours later I blew hard chunks that created a scene that could have been featured in the opening credits of True Blood.
|This picture is only slightly more sexy than my cherry vomit.|
The Sickness seems to be easing up. Like, I only feel like I'm going to vomit 6 hours of the day instead of 24. I'll be fine and starving and then out of nowhere WHAMMO SICKY BARFY BOO HOO HOO. If you think that makes me sound like excellent company, then you are right! I'm all kinds of good times. I mean, there is totally no way that I'm reaching the end of my sympathy allowance at home and at work. Everyone just loves my erratic behavior.
I almost murdered and ate my waiter at Chili's last week while he was trying to talk me into buying some stupid ass golf ball for St. Jude's* when I had been waiting for them to open since 9 o'clock so that I could eat some tortilla chips and salsa and all this guy wants to do is keep me from my chips and salsa and OMG NO I DO NOT NEED ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR YOU TO SHUT YOUR YAPPER AND GET MEH MAH CHIPS.
Today I ate two breakfasts (a bowl of cereal, and a bagel with cream cheese), two lunches (a can of soup, and a frozen lasagna meal), one dinner (filet mignon and crash hot potatoes, OMG) and then two big bowls of ice cream. And snacks in between every meal. And I felt good all day. And I went to the OB and heard twin heartbeats and the only downside was that I couldn't convince anyone to look at my vagina or give me an ultrasound.
And I didn't even have to use my AK...I gotta say it was a good day.
Since I'm getting all the ZOMG UR YOUGE comments lately (I'm not, but you know, people are asshats), I'll post some pictures of my expanding waistline.
|10 Weeks, plus impatient toddler.|
|15 Weeks, less impatient toddler, plus bed head and hairy armpit.|