Nothing new

There isn't much to report right now. Other than extreme boredom.

I guess I should be grateful. Next week I start working full-time, covering a maternity leave for one of my friends who teaches a developmental kindergarten class. She has a scheduled C-section for Wednesday, but an appointment on Friday. I'm prepared to be called in for Monday. I worked two half-days this week. That was nice. I could sleep in, but still earn some money. One of those days was a HORRIBLE day for my morning(/all the time) sickness.

Let's talk about that. I had a pretty good night sleeping. I got called the night before in to work, so I woke up knowing I'd have to work that afternoon. I don't really remember too much about that morning except for that while Brandon was here still before work, I ate a quarter of one of those huge Sam's muffins and a juice glass of O.J. After he left, I threw it all up. First the O.J..... then the muffin. Which was blueberry, and, apparently, I need to chew those better. So, I thought I was feeling better, so I got up off the floor to get some crackers. I was standing at the pantry trying to find the new box of crackers when I panicked. More muffin went all the way down the cabinet doors... about 2 tablespoons fell into the sink. Then what happens? Eko, our new dog, came in and started eating it off the rug in front of the sink. Nice. I tried to stop him. But then thought, "Hey! Thanks!" So, I took a picture of the mess and text it to Brandon at work (yes, we have that type of relationship) and then cleaned it up.

So, I went to work, drank LOTS of water and ate LOTS of crackers in between teaching lessons. When I got home, I thought girl scout stew sounded good. Now, for those of you who don't know the importance of girl scout stew in my life: this is the dish my grandpa ALWAYS made for me. It's awesome and delicious. So, my pride went up a bit while putting it together b/c Grandpa wouldn't want me going my entire life not making it because it would make me think of him. So, I got to the part where you put in the browned hamburger. The thought of browning hamburger wasn't sitting well with me. I then remembered that I had a container of frozen brown hamburger in the freezer that needed to be used. I thawed it out and plopped it in.

By the time Brandon came home, the bottom of the pan was scorched and I questioned if what I put in was really hamburger. Brandon's blood sugar was high, so while he ate something carb-free, I ate a bowl of stew. During my last bite, I realized what I put in was sausage. :P I do NOT NOT NOT do sausage... even when I'm not pregnant. So, I ran for the bathroom. It was disgusting. My stomach is churnning right now thinking of how it felt and looked coming up. It was so sad. I brushed my teeth and had Brandon pick out the meat for me to eat another bowl. It was a much smaller bowl and I kept it down. Brandon said later that Grandpa would have thought the whole situation was very funny and he's probably right.

Then Brandon reminded me that I did have those sickness pills from the doctor. I got them a couple of weeks ago, but we decided that I would only take them when I couldn't keep much down. So, I popped one in. I wish I would have thought of that at 9 a.m.

So, the next morning, I threw up my breakfast and knew I had a day ahead of me, so I took another pill. I didn't feel bad about it, especially when I got called into work last minute. Today, I haven't taken one or gotten sick, but all I've had is chicken noodle soup and crackers. I've drank lots of water, too.

Also, according to thebump.com's Chinese gender predicting calendar, we'll be having a girl. We'll see in March, though!