Hey Jakey,

Haha, Sea Bands are a frickin' joke. Next up:

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We'll see. I'd feel better about this if I could talk to Dr. K about this first, but my first appt isn't until May 10. But... how bad can a Unisom and a vitamin really be? Hmph. Famous last words.

I am defined by my morning sickness.

I get up in the morning, and ironically, am morning sickness-free for all of 15 minutes. I make sure to get my shower in those 15 minutes, and maybe a quick bowl of cereal. But it's all downhill from there.

My commute to work is a curvy, mountainous drive of mounting nausea. I arrive at work, sit down at my computer, and begin the non-stop snacking and micro-meals to ward off the full-on, eye-watering dry heaves. Food repulses me, yet it's all I can think about.

At home, I walk in the door, give you a kiss on the top of your head as I shed my jacket and purse on the way to bed.

Two-hour nap.

Gnawing on pretzels and fruit as I make a bland and mostly white-colored dinner. (Tonight: white rice and white sauce, lemons, a tiny salmon filet, more lemons). Spend the rest of the evening trying to keep it down, gnawing on ginger and gulping antacids.

Sigh.

It's now 11:30 pm. I really should be in bed, but I don't particularly want to be in a prone position right now. Dinner still feels like it's nestled at the bottom of my throat.

"Fetch the priest. I'm minded to die..." Heh. That was Elizabeth's last words in "Elizabeth I." I've been uttering those words in my head all day.

I don't feel like a very good mother right now. I know you'll eventually forgive me, right? It's gonna get better, right? Love you. No really, I do!