Up since three, worst song in my head the whole time...

     OK, well it's not the worst song ever, but when you repeat any song in your head over and over and over it surely turns into it. I don't know the real name, but the chorus is "Take a load off Sally..."
     Anyway, it's been a few days since the Big News and we're adjusting. Well, I'm adjusting. Barry is dealing with the wonderful news by getting more good nights of sleep and eating whatever the heck he wants. I was laying there through the night, in and out of sleep, rolling over constantly, half ready to kick him (lightly), just to break up the monotony. I know he'd be able to go right back to sleep (it's a talent of his I have never learned to master) but it would give me something to do for about thirty seconds. The half-nausea throughout the night was a nice touch too.
     So, nausea. It's like that weird friend with a thing on her face that you shouldn't look at but you can't help it. You really don't like her and she keeps following you around, popping up at extremely inconvenient times. I went out yesterday (Saturday) with a friend, just to get out and off the couch for a bit and I felt fine. I got to the store and was roaming around browsing and suddenly there's the weirdo! I can tell i'm going to really love playing "Let's make a mad dash to the house so I can puke". I suppose if you turn anything into a game it can be fun, can't it?
     One cool thing about the semi-constant half-nausea is that you get TONS of sympathy points. Loving Husband has vacuumed, made mashed potatoes for me at 11 at night, and made me about a thousand cups of ginger tea. Also, Loving Friend (only other person who knows right now, besides future grandma and grandpa) has made kwik-e-mart trips for me from the couch and carried everything for me when we're out doing stuff. I don't even have a baby bump yet!
     Finally, I've usually tried to make the best of an uncomfortable situation and my semi-frequent trips to the bathroom have definitely been uncomfortable.  Let me tell you my friends, Romans and countrymen, the floor in front of the toilet is very cold and very hard, even with the bathroom mat wadded up under you. So, to decrease the discomfort while saying farewell to the last meal I ate, I have since purchased a big squishy pillow whose sole purpose in life is to make my butt and/or knees happy while worshiping said porcelain god. Also, I got a special cup for water that lives on the top of the toilet at all times so I'm not crawling to the sink or god-forbid the night table to wash icky tastes out of my mouth.

Pictured: Best Frienemy!

     So, as I said, I'm adjusting. Mom says that morning, afternoon, tea-time, early evening, late evening, night and dawn sickness (I've decided to change that horrible misnomer "morning sickness") IS in fact, a good thing, as it is an indicator of the hormones flooding my system, makin' that baby. They say I could have a couple of weeks to another month of this, roughly speaking. All I have to say is if I have another month of this nausea, that baby better come flying out of my lady-parts with laser vision and a cape!