The Ginger Ale affair

I think it's entirely possible that much of my problem is psychological. We already knew that, Angela. Of course you did. I officially started getting "morning" sickness this week, indicating that I'm actually farther along than I thought. Or maybe it's in my head. Then again, there's a lot in my head right now, preemptive planning of everything from the nursery to the kid's graduation from college, sprinkled with a healthy dose of "OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO BE A MOM!" Last night I laid in bed and cried because, at the time at least, it was a scientific certainty that I am going to be a horrible mother. Mark, trying his best to reassure me, decided to regale me with tales of his childhood and tell me how it wasn't really going to be that bad. I mean, after all, he only canoed in his back yard once as a child. Ok. I'm going to weld the canoe to the garage tonight.

Well, so I might not win the award for most awful mom of the year, but I am already starting on the rollercoaster of pregnancy. The mood swings actually got better after I got pregnant. And then they got way worse. I feel sorry for Mark already, but there's nothing I or anyone else can do about that. Add to that the so-called morning sickness and we have one unhappy Angela. Most of the day yesterday was marked by nausea. I have found out something interesting. When it comes to morning sickness, everyone has their own (different) instant cure for the thing. Crackers, ginger ale, scraping apples with a spoon...ok so I will admit that in my state all suggestions were (are) welcome. I even made my mother go buy me a 2 liter of ginger ale to keep at my desk. I've already gone through one this week at home, by the way. There has only been one incident of me wearing it so far, but this is only day one of the ginger ale affair. Oh, and I have found out that Chic-fil-a nuggets don't make it better. While I was able to keep them down, I can think of other snacks that would sit better on an upset tummy.