Bleyuck! Bleyuck! Bleyuck!

Today was just the most awful start to the day. I woke up feeling 'not too bad' and decided to jump straight into the shower.

I called out to Andrew and asked for an iced red cordial.

Not long into my shower I coughed - then the cough changed into an 'up-chuck' of the worst kind.

Of course I freaked out. I am absolutely TERRIFIED of being sick - so called out to Andrew. My poor, precious husband stood beside me whilst I was in the shower being sick. I don't think I gave him much choice - I was too scared to let go of his arm. He insisted he would be back after he turned off the iron - and even insisted that he get in the shower beside me - but I wasn't having any of it.

As I purged and purged nothing but liquid, I couldn't have felt more sorry for myself if I tried.

I was absolutely shattered.

When I was done being sick, I gave Andrew the all clear to jump in the shower. I have this evil little thing where whenever i'm feeling really lousy (which has been for the past week and a bit) I give my stomach 'the bird'. I know, real mature I guess huh!

This morning I did it and Andrew immediately said, "Babe don't give Little Feeties the finger - it's not his fault."

What the?!

I'm purging and feeling like crud because of this 'grape sized monster who is taking over my body'.

Ok - so he has a point - it's not Little Feeties fault - he's (or actually - it might even be a 'she') - anyway, "Little Feeties" is just trying to suck dry all the nutrients it can get.

Poor bugger - doused it today with a pretty tangy Lemon/Lime green softdrink followed by a tropical juice. Cop that Little Feeties - Mummies revenge.

Hmm... I probably shouldn't speak too soon - it may just be "Little Feeties revenge" come morning.

Quick -> must find a piece of wood to touch...

Signing off for yet another day of being 'up the duff/preggas/preggo' <- all the words i absolutely HATE but am feeling pretty good that I thought i'd at least put them on my blog - well - at least once!