... you know, from the workout they get with the puking. Not that you'll be able tell how ripped they are with the old uterus in the way, but that is neither here nor there.

I made the mistake of quietly sharing with Mrs. Flinger two days ago that I had a decidedly unpukey day. I also mentioned it to Tom.

I knew I'd pay for talking about it. And pay I have. Yesterday was horrible... I spent four hours in the morning getting sick and the rest of the day just plain nauseated, right up until the minute I fell asleep. This was coupled with a splitting headache that was either just a hormonal thing or perhaps from not being able to keep down a single ounce of caffeine the entire day.

Today seems to be more of the same.

My hope for it ending before our Florida trip is pretty much dashed, so I'm sure I'll get to have the pleasure of kneeling on the floor of a bathroom stall at BWI airport at some point. Been there, done that, hoped not to have to do it again... but c'est la vie.
I only hope the fans in the bathroom at our hotel are loud enough to drown out the sound so my inlaws don't have to listen to it all week.

My mantra as I hug the toilet? Puking means a healthy pregnancy... puking means a healthy pregnancy....