First off, I want to thank everyone who sent well wishes and positive thoughts my way.
I REALLY appreciate it.
It really was the best birthday of my life. And C-Dub went to the 2nd interview and now, he was the only candidate they called back for a 3rd interview. Wow. This is the job that, if he got it, would put us in a whole new tax bracket.
I. Can't. Even. Conceive. It.
And speaking of C-Dub, where is my sex drive? I've been looking for her, but she still can't understand the purpose of having sex, if there is no baby to conceive. Will this pass? God I hope so, or I will have one uptight, upset, horny husband. He said he is already tired of Rosie Palmer and her 5 sisters.
But in the biggest news of the last 48 hours…………
I will be eight weeks tomorrow, and morning sickness has decided to come and settle in.
But it's not morning sickness. It's all day sickness. ALL day sickness. What the hell is this morning sickness shit? This is a all day event, from the time my eyes open, till I go to sleep at night. I feel horrible. I almost feel at least if I could just hurl, I would feel so much better. But noooooooo, my stomach just swims all day. ALL DAY.
I report all this with a HUGE smile on my face.
Sick isn't it! But they say that morning sickness means a healthy pregnancy!
Excuse me while I go and drink a ginger ale with my saltines……….