Wonder how I tell if I have a bug or just morning sickness? I feel awful. Worse than ever. I can't keep anything down, I can't stomach anything. I have the chills. I want to go home. I can't concentrate on work. Yeck.

Hold me.

So I had my first appointment. Just with the nurse. Asked me all about my pregnancies, my health, my family's health, my husband (no really, he doesn't hit me). Took a lot of blood. And that stupid diabetes drink. I think it's because I'm fat they give it to me early. I also begged for an ultrasound. I didn't get one, but she wrote it down. I'm begging at my next appointment. I'll beg every chance I get until I see my bean.

Now I feel gross. That orange soda stuff is gross.

I thought I'd found the solution this morning. While packing Nino's bag, apple juice looked amazing to me. I was practically salivating. So I got myself a large apple juice and egg sandwich. The egg tasted good (yay!) but the juice was like pedialyte - too sweet, too syrupy.

I was so close.

Bleh.

This child better be making himself nice and comfy in there. I've got 34 more weeks and you've already changed my life. I'm sick like I never was with Nino. Not to mention that this morning I had some spotting and cramping, so I called the nurse line. "That's normal" they tell me. I'm going to beg for an ultrasound tomorrow. It's my iniitial appointment, with the first blood draws, free vitamins, all that.

Why do I do this to myself?

I lurk on the pp October 2005 board sometime, but don't post there, as they have about a million members. This week, about a thousand of them are posting their "goodbye" posts. It makes me so sad, gives me doubts. Do I feel sick enough? Why aren't my boobs sore? Why are all these people *so* pregnant and I just feel premenstrual?

Remind me not to hang out there. Besides, I have a nice zit to prove the hormones are a-raging.

It's starting to sink in a little. Friday morning I'm pretty sure I woke Whitney up to tell her. I wanted a ticker, dammit!! ;o)

Then my parents were en route to GA for the weekend and I decided it'd be mean for W to know and be with Barb and not be able to chat about it. So I told mom. Very excited, but cautious of course. December 2001 we had an early miscarriage. I don't want a repeat, thanks very much.

I'm feeling okay. Very stretchy and crampy. A bit nauseated, not too bad. I have my first appointment next Wednesday the 23rd. I'm going to angle for an ultrasound. I want to be reassured.

Hubby told me this was the best valentines gift I could give him. Asked Nino if he wanted a baby boy or baby girl, and he said "a baby girl will clean up my mess". Nice. Wonder where he gets this?

Oh and I'm no longer allowed to change the kitty litter. Small victory! ;o)

Additionally, we're bidding on a 2002 Eurovan on ebay. Orlando, Fl. We're a bit crazy.

Holy cow.

I had lunch with niece Anna today. I ran into her and her mom in the parking lot, leaving school, and we did impromptu lunch. It was nice.

And the contractor came over this morning to talk about finishing the living room. That happens, Nino gets his bedroom back, and the interior of the house is done. I can't wait.

And I'm all hyped up about making training pants. It's sad. I'm going nuts buying scraps on ebay.

My $5 into the super bowl pool paid off. Hooray. I'm $75 (well, net $70) richer today.

Had a fun weekend. It was nice enough to go outside a few times, so we did. Hubby had an employee quit which had us in a swell mood for a few days. Ugh.

This weekend is Kate's going-away party. Sad reason to get together, but I'll be glad to see the gang again. It was almost a year ago I went there for the first time.