So my “cold” felt like the flu on Tuesday and I stayed home from work which is something I never usually do. Yesterday I was slightly better and today I was proven wrong by my gut when I just knew I was going to puke and still haven’t so I’m waiting for that moment in the meeting I have in the next hour when I’ll have to run, embarrassed, to find a place to lose it. And here I thought that the morning sickness was dwindling, silly me.
Bub started scraping wallpaper from the nursery last night only to reveal more wallpaper. The wallpaper underneath the first layer is actually uglier if you can believe it. I think this weekend we’ll start figuring out how we want to decorate the baby’s room since we’re making some progress on the rest of the house. There seems like so much to do. We’ll figure it out.
I just want to feel better. Yesterday one of the nurses at my doctor’s office I had been emailing often with, um, called me and left a message on my cell. She sounded rather annoyed, upset, and offended. I pretty much questioned every medicine that she said was okay to take while sick and she’s all like “In my 20 years of OB nurse work….blah, blah, blah”–she told me she wanted me to enjoy my pregnancy and said it in this tone that was like “Doesn’t that sound like a nice idea? Enjoying your pregnancy?” Hi, I’m a worry wart. This is what I do.
We’re supposed to get a like a bazillion inches of snow or somewhere close to it tomorrow. I think working from home in my pj’s is the way to go. What do you think?
itsy bitsy mama