Meh

So, I finally overcame one hurdle of pregnancy: I threw up. In all fairness, I'm not sure if it was b/c of the monster migraine I had (from about 5pm Sat. till the next day) or morning sickness, but puke it was. It did worry John a little bit, mostly b/c I had just taken a bite of fruit cocktail w/ cherries and he thought it was blood, but it was cherries. This was Sunday. I spent most of Sunday in bed (under the influence of Tylenol, which does nothing for migraines) or stretched out on the recliner.



As a result of my throwing up, I informed my friend Susan, that I was sticking the pins back in her voodoo doll. She (and others) keep telling me that morning sickness doesn't necessarily stop magically at 3 months. I don't know why people insist on telling women this. Telling me about someone they know who threw up everyday for 8 of the 9 months she was pregnant does not make me feel better. Then again, knowing someone who didn't throw up or generally feel miserable during some point of pregnancy doesn't help either.



I spent some time earlier looking at family photos I have on my computer. I have long said that we were cute kids, but puberty was very hard on the Hurt kids. This is my favorite picture of my youngest brother when he was a baby. It looks like Dad is strangling him. He was a cute baby, too bad he had to grow up (hehe love you Winky!).

I was esp cute when I was a kid, but then again, when compared to my brothers, of course I was. A girl vs 4 boys will always win in the cuteness department.

Work on our bathroom is going. It's going slowly, but that's probably b/c I still can't do any heavy lifting. I'm still on the dr restriction, but thankfully we had our friend Chris over during the weekend and he pitched in (while I did less strenuous stuff downstairs). We now have drywall up on 2 walls. Eventually I'll get my shower.

Winter is closing in. This morning when I woke up, we had a light dusting of snow on the grass. It didn't stick to the roads, but it was 28 degrees F when I woke up this morning. Now, if that were Celsius, I would be happy, but not in Fahrenheit. The outside even smells crisp and cold, like winter. My toes are already freezing. I really don't like cold weather.