I know, why are we excited about no new episode? We’re not. But “we” are sicker than a doggy dog. I’m now 9 weeks pregnant, and praying that by Christmas I will be feeling much better. I’m not even spending Thanksgiving with my family because I think I would hurl if I smelled any of the (normally delicious) food.
Since the last podcast I’ve gone to the emergency room with bleeding (false alarm), and was able to see the baby and the heartbeat, and the numbers were much better than the last pregnancy…but they did find out I had an infection (the kind where you drink cranberry juice) so I was given antibiotics. Guess what that did? Yup, gave me another infection…it rhymes with “east”. So in addition to that, I’ve been so nauseaus that I can’t get out of bed, throwing up, and being just the sort of person you can stand. Sheesh, I can’t even stand myself, all this whining!
So I’ve been playing bejeweled, and watching any and all bad television, especially on hulu.com. I’ve been reading books when I can make it to the library, but even then I get so car sick. I’ve been reading Louis L’Amour and am loving it! I also started to watch House, which is funnier than I was expecting.
So I lied when I said I’m back in the saddle. More like back in the sickbed. I know, pregnant women, you can’t trust them.