- ...I wasn't half-waiting for the other shoe to drop
- ...I can just once get through a meal without feeling urpy
- ...I had ultrasounds every other day (every day = excessive)
- ...every blogger I know gets a positive pee stick to post about
We have one more visit with the RE and then I am pronounced a normal pregnant person. Holy shit. I will have to wait weeks, ne months, between ultrasounds. I'm just gonna have to go TomKat and buy a machine for home use. I made sure to score a Zofran script today, in case I forget next week (remembering things, such as why I turned on the faucet or why I am holding a pencil or why I am standing in the kitchen, is becoming a chore) since it will be a while before I see the new OB. Cause Mama B is seeeek.
"Morning" sickness is the biggest lie of all time (after the Grassy Knoll and Santa Claus), because it merely starts in the morning. It always sounded kind of adorable when other people talked about it, like some quaint rite of passage, but it is not. It is an unholy torrent of nausea that comes in waves and causes headaches and makes you want to diiiiie. At least for a minute or two. Mine seems to be an all-day affair that comes and goes with the precise timing of my hunger: as in, oh I'm so hungry so let's make a sammich...nom, nom, nom good first bite....oooohhhh I'm seeeeeek....But it is a reminder (however unpleasant) that Baby B is doing just fine and that all is right with my wombfruit (this week: a blueberry!).
So all is well. Except my stomach. [urp]