Barf. Barf. Barf.

Or at least I constantly feel nauseated and like I'm GOING to barf.  Wooeeeee this must be what morning sickness feels like.  I did throw up last week after eating, but since then, it's just a nagging nauseated feeling 24/7.  And the only things that sound good are fresh things: berries, watermelon, grapefruit, pickles (?).  Seriously.  Last night's dinner consisted of half a sprinkled donut (all I could stomach), 3 dill pickles, a fruit cup and raspberries.  Relatively nutritious.

I ate some buttered toast this morning, but I'm regretting it at this point.  I'm drinking cranberry juice, but I'm about to switch to ginger ale to try to get some relief.  My best friend keeps telling me how sick she was with her last baby, and how she lost 25 pounds in the first trimester.  I'm kind of waiting for that to happen to me.  Lord knows I need to lose a few pounds.  It might as well be right before I gain a ton of weight to kind of balance it out.

So my first appointment is tomorrow.  I'm nervous.  It's a new doctor.  Obviously I wasn't going back to Mrs. Personality at Women's Hospital in Baton Rouge, LA (FYI her name is Dr. Pearson, in case you're looking to find a doctor that will inevitably bring your mental state to shambles).  My new doc was recommended to me by my cousin-in-law, so I trust her, but it's still a little nerve wracking, especially when this is solely dealing with our first child (still a little strange to say...).  Child.  Our child.  Our baby.  Our first kid.

Yay.  :)

I went to get my nails done on Saturday... the minute I walked in the fumes totally bombarded me in a way they never had before.  I had to wait about 15 minutes before they were ready for me, and by the time I sat down at the chair I was dizzy.  So weird.  I asked the lady for a mask, and she immediately turned to her little friend next to her, and they began their crazy fast diatribe, in turn looking at me, pointing to my belly, and asking "You pregnant?"  Yep, no secrets at Cena's Nails.  This spawned a fun convo with everyone in the shop, asking me what I'm craving ("fresh fruit") and their gender predictions ("BOY!  You having BOY!").  I even got my first belly pat.  I think I'm really going to hate that about pregnancy, the belly pats.  I know I've been guilty of doing it to my friends, but now that it's happened to me, my first inclination is to slap the hand that's going for my belly.  I'm not a touchy feely kinda person.  I get offended when someone invades my bubble, let alone reaches to actually touch me.  This should be interesting.

Well I'm off to keep my head out of the toilet and try to get some work done.  I'm ready for tomorrow afternoon.  I wish I wasn't so tired and sick, but I think that means the bebe is growing, so I'll suck it up for the bebe.