07.07.08 :: 9:52 am
so very rockstar! unfortunately, it was not due to partying hardcore but your regular old run of the mill pregnancy-related acid reflux. And the hits just keep on coming! It was fucking scary, to say the least. I woke up gasping for air. I was convinced I'd cut off oxygen to the baby's brain. Fortunately, I'm married to the Voice of Reason so after cleaning up and calming down, I felt a lot better. Stoosh-dog has started having sympathy throw-ups. At least, that's what I'm telling myself it is. So yeah, House of Sunday is now House of Pukey until Friday, when I'm deluding myself into thinking all these assy symptoms will disappear immediately. Tomorrow, my last doctor's appointment before the surgery. Ah, the beauty of birth. No, actually, I'm pretty excited. On Friday, we're a team of 3. Ch-ch-ch-chaaaaanges! |