I think I've mentioned that the nausea was finally going away? Well, it is. Happy happy joy joy. And then I had to go and catch the stupid flu. First time I've thrown up in 11 years. Some good has come of all this, however: the Orclette discovered a new game. She went about this morning pretending to retch into a cup. Fun stuff eh?
I wonder where that expression comes from? There is this fabulous book that can tell you, only I forgot the name of it. Next time I come across it I think I'm going to have to buy it. Anyway. I was going to wait. A long time. Maybe forever. I don't like people coming up and hugging me, smiling and saying congratulations, or asking me questions. But Damm was talking to his recruiter about insurance. And he mentioned something that he should've told the recruiter was non-repeatable, because 5 minutes later the recruiter told Damm's mother (I have no earthly idea why he's talking to her-I keep forgetting to ask). After that I had to tell my mother. We haven't told any extended family members because there are quite a few here celebrating Damm's mother's graduation and that would be the worst form of torture I can imagine. So yeah, I'm knocked up again :P And this time I'm getting the t-shirt. "It" is due August 11. I have not been to a doc...
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But play retching Orclette is simply hilarious. It would be a riot if Baby Bar were not throwing up every night the past few nights because of all the phlegm he swallows during the night due to his cold.
Get to feeling better!