Tough Week

It’s been a really tough week. Ever since Friday I have been violently puking my cookies all day, every day. I’m not talking morning sickness puke. I’m talking exorcist puke. I know your stomach and uterus are not connected, but I swear I puked out a fallopian tube yesterday. Plus, Cody is no help because the bloke is a sympathetic puker. That means whenever I run for the toilet, he cranks up the tv. Can I blame him? No. After all, who wants to listen to puking. But ask me if this stops me from cussing him while hanging on to the toilet?

The whole ordeal has left me exhausted, in terrible spirits and hungry. The doctors have tried to give me medicine but nothing seems to help. I’m going to the OBGYN tomorrow to make sure the baby is still fine and healthy despite my near death experiences. Every now and then I can feel the baby kicking. Despite that bit of joy I don’t think I will be able to breath easy until I hear the heart beating.