I didn't take Zofran yesterday or the day before. I am feeling pretty sick this morning so I will take it today, but on the whole I think I am getting better. 12 weeks is almost here! And that's when they say it usually subsides, with a downhill trend after 10 weeks. HALLELUJAH!!
The day before yesterday I dreamt all morning of getting myself some sushi for lunch. I was so happy all day. So happy and expectant. I roused myself and brushed my hair. I put on clothes. These days those things are not a given. I looked for my purse. And looked. And looked. And looked. And finally realized it was in Dave's trunk, complete with my keys and wallet. I called him in misery. He confirmed the torturous truth. I spent the rest of the day miserable on the couch, with only reruns of A Baby Story and a pot of Rice-a-Roni to my name. It was not my best day.
Yesterday was different though. I retrieved my purse. I dreamt all morning of the lusciousness that awaited my noontime hour. Promptly at 12, I flew from the homestead to the Sushi-lestial Kingdom, I mean, Mio Sushi.
I got my two favorite rolls. (Do normal people get one? Hmm. When Dave and I go together, we share 6. They do always seem surprised.) I couldn't wait til I got home. I devoured them in the car. It cost $15. I couldn't have been more thrilled. About an hour after they were inhaled, I began thinking about them again. I thought about them occassionally throughout the afternoon. I thought about them as I ate dinner last night. When I woke up today, they were the first things that came to mind.
Friends, I am having sushi for lunch again today.