..and I don't like it.
Just when I thought I was feeling better it seems as if I have taken a step backwards. I should have known this was going to happen. All week just after I've had something in the morning I go through 5 minutes of gagging and willing myself not to throw up. That usually does the trick and I get on with my day. This morning I was not so lucky. I woke up around 7:00a.m. came downstairs and made some toast. I got about half way through my first slice and knew I wouldn't be able to eat more, so I gave the second piece to Raju. I then went upstairs to do some work. At about 8:15a.m. I could tell I just wasn't feeling right. I came downstairs for a mint, but instead found myself in the downstairs bathroom with my head in the toilet. Fortunately, it wasn't too bad and not like the times after a heavy night of drinking.
I persevered though and went to the mall with Raju for a bit. It may not have been the smartest thing to do, but I managed. We came back home and then I slept for a solid 3 hours. Again, wasting a lovely day. I woke up and we decided to go for a walk. Fresh air seems to help a bit.
On the positive side, at least I know the baby is up to something and wasn't there some study that the sicker you are the smarter the baby?
Well, how smart are Ryan and Jack? Because, God knows, I was sick as a dog with both of them!
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