I'm beginning to think it's all in my head. The mid-morning queasiness - right about the time my stomach would be empty-ish following breakfast. I can't wait for lunch. I feel better after lunch.
Then, I feel queasy again mid-afternoon. Except this time, I don't want dinner. I don't want anything. Do I really have to eat?
Fine. I'll eat some buttered toast.
And just when I think it's all in my head (I'm hypochondriacal like that sometimes), my wonderful husband mops the floors and the smell of Pine-Sol makes me feel positively sickly.
The only thing that sounds good is water. And vanilla ice cream.
M is listening to Redemption Song and mop-mop-mopping. I think I can get away with eating the rest of the ice cream from last night's a-la-mode. . .
In other news, I bit the bullet (and calmed my stupid stomach butterflies - seriously what's to be nervous about? it's just calling to set up the appointment!) and called the doc today. Turns out he'll be "out" the rest of this week. They "fit me in" on the 20th at 9:30. I'll be 7 weeks by then. Sweet!
~Nichole
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