I had great intentions for my post schedule this week. In fact, I have two posts nearly done. And nearly done they will remain.
Because I spent all day/night Sunday either in bed or laying on the cold tile near my toilet.
Yep. The miserable nausea and vomitting returned.
I finally tried eating again late on Monday evening after the babies were in bed and my toast stayed down, but only for a few hours. So apparently I'm not past whatever this is. I have thrown up more in the past 25 weeks of this pregnancy (actually really in the past 9.5 weeks since it didn't start until I was already in my second trimester) than I think in the rest of my life combined.
So instead of a great treatise on sippy cups or my venting on double shopping carts, I'll just give you twin cuteness!
|A boy and his tools.|