Most of my updates are going on over at my main blog, including photos. On the pregnancy front, still sick on and off. Still getting used to eating when I’m not hungry and not eating as much when I am. Screw up either proposition=badness. The road trip wasn’t bad, all things considered. The Sea Bands continue to help quite a bit, though not always. I broke down and bought a pair of maternity jeans. Holy Cats, are they comfortable. And cute! You’d never know. There’s a big outlet center right near our hotel with a Motherhood store. But as with most outlets, it a sham. Pretty much the same as at any regular store, with a few more sale items. Lame. Still, they have those nausea lozenge things and jeans, so I’m good.
There’s also a Vietnamese restaurant in stalking distance, which is major happy for my tummy. I can’t tolerate a whole lot of rich food, so it hits the spot. Also, without going into any detail whatsoever, jalepanos are now on the BAD BAD BAD list. I’ll leave it at that.
Emotionally I’m still having a hard time adjusting to the massive changes in store, but David is really possibly the best husband ever, and has been very supportive. He’s diving right now, on my insistance. He didn’t bring the camera, but I’m hoping he takes another dive before we go and snaps some photos.
That is all.
See, ice cream is the thing that I still can’t eat. I’m good with pretty much anything else at this point but ice cream – the though of it, the taste of it, the sight of it – makes me sick.
If it’s any consolation, I’ve been completely ignoring the “no lunch meat” rule. It’s supposed to be ok if it’s heated. I’m just living on the edge – 600 cases of the disease in 6 million pregnancies in a year. I’m playing the odds.