I’m still alive. Barely. I don’t know how I am going to get through the next month. This has to be the most awful feeling ever, and I am NOT one to be so down about pregnancy. I *LOVED* being pregnant with Dom… this one isn’t starting out the same 
So last night I was mid death and starving (as usual). Everything in this house made me sick to look at and there was nothing that I wanted to eat. Until… I talked to the hubs… and he ever so graciously got me WHAT I ALWAYS FREAKING WANTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A chocolate milk shake and french fries from Whataburger.
It was MAGNIFICENT. I was in Heaven.
Then of course… Hell began to set in because I sat there and stuffed my face… I didn’t want to stop because it was soooo good… but then I had to go to bed. I laid there and was happily stuffed with something that didn’t make me want to barf…. but knew I had eaten a little too much… a little too late. Ugh.
The nausea has hit me… I can barely function but I have had 2 sessions this weekend and another tomorrow. So when I’m not editing pictures, I am laying with a wet washcloth and trying not to “choke on mud” (as Dom would say).
Hope to be back soon…
it’s something new with this child. He cracks me up.
So today, we took a little trip over to the Nature Center…. off to the side of the road, there were some buffalo… bison? whatever. So I am trying to get a good picture and I start saying “BUFFALO!!” and trying to get them to look over. Dom then joins me and calls “BUFFALO!! HEY BUFFALO!!” and when they completely ignore us… Dom lets out a sigh and says… “Ugh… they must be cows.”
