Mojo Nomo

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 »