this time, I almost didn't make it to the bathroom in time.
Mr. December still thinks it's funny to see me streaking past him, hands cupped to my mouth, and then to hear me puking. Thanks, honey. It's very amusing. Serves me right, trying to eat chicken instead of sweet carby goodness. Won't be doing that again in a hurry... I'm gonna try for some rice pudding later tonight.
And just because I was doing so well and having a reasonably easy pregnancy, the powers that be decided to spice things up a bit. I have a UTI. Doesn't help that Lumpy is now kicking me in the bladder. Cause, you know, having to pee every two seconds instead of every five minutes wasn't annoying enough. Now it has to be painful too.
I'm still very blessed over here... both with actually being pregnant and with how the pregnancy is going. This is a minor blip. Please excuse me while I go chug some cranberry juice.
(oh, and does anybody out there love scrabble? wanna play with me via e-mail?)
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Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.
3 comments:
Oooh, the puking is the worst. Wait...no, the UTI is the worst. Lumpy, stop jumping!
How do you play scrabble via email???
I could always come play the real game with you.
I hope the UTI is better soon and there isn't anymore puking.
If there is a way to play scrabble via email, I will play. Never heard of it, but is sounds lovely... :-)
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