Michael: "So, how are you?"
Me: "Pregnant."
That's the only answer you'll need for the next eight months.
So the last week has been really rough. The nausea has reached its peak, and while I haven't started upchucking (yet), I think it might actually be better if I would. Monday I don't think I uttered a coherent word. Thankfully Jessica introduced me to these wonderful things called Sea Bands. If you're not familiar, they are pressure-point activating bands that push on points in the wrists to control sea sickness. Apparently it works for baby sickness too. I wonder if it works on husband sickness. So far they work. I went from dragging the floor on Monday to being somewhat more chipper yesterday, and today I didn't even need them until just a few hours ago, when Emily's fantastic broccoli cheese soup decided it didn't like the confines of my stomach. On the downside though, someone slipped a vise on my head while I wasn't looking, and periodically through the day they turn it a quarter turn, making my head feel like it's splitting in two. Ok so maybe that's a little over-dramatic. Just a bit. But seriously, I think ice picks behind the eyes might be more comforting.
But you want to know more than how awful I feel. Of course you do. How was Christmas? Did World War III erupt? Did anyone die? The answer to both the latter questions is no. It was very pleasant. Sharon got me baby books! My first baby items thus far. The holiday could have only been better if I was actually able to eat the yummy Cajun soups that both parents made. I also got to see a lot of people I hadn't seen in quite a while. Hung threw together an ad hoc gathering at the Union Cafe. It was wonderful getting to see all of you whom I did get to see, and those I didn't, you know where I am :P So if I don't talk at you again, Happy New Years, folks. I'll be having my anniversary, so I doubt I'll be on this thing. Peace.
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