Back to Reality

We are back from our cruise! Actually, we've been back since Friday, but I've been sleeping since we got back.

Our vacation was so much fun. I am going to post more about that later, with pictures and maybe a few stories. I haven't gotten my pictures from the camera to the computer just yet, but hopefully later this week. I know you'll be chewing your fingernails to nubs just waiting. Please, try to relax and maybe get some sleep.

Anyway, the major thing that happened on our cruise is this: MORNING SICKNESS.

Yes, we've all heard the pregos bitching and moaning about morning sickness, and how awful it is, and how it should be called all day sickness because it lasts morning, noon and night. Whatever, bitches.

But seriously? This shit lasts morning, noon, and night.

I was feeling pretty smug from Sunday until Wednesday of the cruise. I felt great! I could walk around all day, lay out and swim, eat whatever I wanted, and even, *ahem*, have non-babymaking relations with my hot, hot husband.

Then it was Wednesday. 6 weeks, 6 days. Which is the day that the proverbial shitteth hitteth the faneth. Wow.

I felt OK when I got up, but then I ate breakfast and decided that I was growing not an embryo, but a fire breathing dragon.

And just in case you were wondering, heartburn is not more beautiful or fulfilling by the Caribbean moonlight.

So the first problem was heartburn, and I thought it was just something I ate. But then I ate lunch and dinner, and had to run to the room afterward and lay down so that I didn't hurl on my fellow cruisers.

And you know how sometimes, when you're sick, all you want to do is throw up so that you'll just feel better already? Yes. That is what I'm having, except I cannot throw up. I just feel all burpy and gaggy and dry heavey, but no barfage.

This continued a from Wednesday until we got home Friday. On Saturday and today, I was sick all day, regardless of eating or not. Sick. As. A. Dog.


Now that I'm through complaining, I do have to say:
I HAVE MORNING SICKNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Look, I'm not going to lie. It is nice to have a pregnancy symptom that doesn't feel like my period is going to come.


Now that I've got a package of Tums and a case of Ginger Ale, things are feeling a little better. Still sick, but the small comforts help. I am worried about going back to work tomorrow for fear that I will dry heave at my boss, or fall asleep on the bathroom floor.


My ultrasound is Tuesday at 8 a.m.
Two more sleeps till then.


I tried to catch up on my blog reading, but I had almost 400 unread items on my Google Reader. So I have to admit that I had to mark a lot of things as read for my sanity.

So...what's going on with you? Gimme an update!