Don’t be fooled. I’m not actually taking a day off of work. (First of all, I have a very important event tonight: the premiere of “The Hunger Games” and I can’t miss that.)
But I am undeniably nauseated today, and it’s like 8 weeks all over again. Dude(ette), what’s happening in there?
As always, I’m glad to have some signs that BabyBug is cooking away and getting big, but I thought we were done with this. And here I am with no ginger cookies or candy in sight.
Can’t get enough ice water. If they gave me an IV of ice water, I’d put one in each arm. Crazy how thirsty I am at all hours of the day and night.