The snack that smiles back..

I've just realized that Pepperidge Farm Goldfish are a temporary cure for morning sickness.

Yesterday, I told my mother things were getting better; morning sickness had leveled off for the day and I stopped losing weight this weekend. I'm so very jinxed today - the morning sickness hit me with an unbelievable vengance for previously speaking against it. Get up, go straight to the bathroom to puke. Puke while Jim's in the shower. Puke while I'M in the shower. Puke some more. Think about puking all the way to work. Think about puking for hours while I sit at my desk, wishing they hadn't put a desk right outside the ladies room so someone can listen to me heeve and give me dirty looks upon my exit. Today has sucked unfathomable amounts of something terrifying that I refuse to try to put into words.

Then, I ate some Goldfish. I feel almost normal again. What the &*$%? I'm going to have to locate and purchase that gallon size jug P.F. sells.

You can read about the weekend's events on my regular site. Other than that, I slept, ate, got sick, slept, watched TV, napped, laid around, or spent time with my adorable hubby.

Jim has been very cute and helpful. He's constantly checking on me, does things for me that I really don't need help with, etc. Good to know he's supportive and he really cares about this. He seems genuinely excited.

Jim and I spent some time going through my book, Pregnancy: Week by Week. Each chaper is on a week of pregnancy and shows an illustration of the fetal progress. Right about now the baby has a tail, is devoping arm and leg 'buds,' and has a malshaped head. I called it a tadpole. Jim thought it to be more like a cashew. As the weekend progressed, if I mentioned tadpole, I was corrected. The baby is now officially known as the cashew. It was difficult to explain the cashew theory to my mom by phone last night with a straight face, though she found it very original.