Last time I posted, I was looking for my mojo. I think it ended up in my toilet around 3 AM along with my stomach contents. After posting, I called K who was kind enough to go to the grocery store with me. I kept feeling worse and shopping was horrible, as looking at the food just made me want to vomit. I even considered making myself barf just to feel better, but figured that wasn’t exactly when I wanted to do at Safeway at 10 PM.
I also remembered during that time why I quite possibly never want to be pregnant again. Because that is how I feel just about every second of my pregnancy. On the verge of barfing. Not cool. Continue reading