Shouting "Europe!" at the Porcelain

I think throwing up gives me writer's block. All I can think about is throwing up and trying not to throw up. I just fixed the kids lunch and I'm waiting on David to bring me my lunch from Bob's Giant Subs. I love their Italian Chicken Salad Sub. But waiting on food and smelling yucky kid food makes me sick. Night time is the worst. I finally get the kids to bed and then I sit really still and breath deep and try to think about anything but throwing up. I usually throw up anyway. Then I go to bed and try not to wake up in the middle of the night because, inevitably, I'll throw up.

I finally went to see my doctor last Thursday. I'm due May 5 which puts me at 11 weeks today. That means I probably only have about 4 more weeks of being sick. The end is in sight. She did prescribe me some medicine. It just makes me sleepy though so I only take it at night, but that works out since the night is the worst. B6 through the day ... we'll see. It's just throwing up. There are worse things, and I do have a healthy growing baby inside me. My jeans are starting to get tight. Great!