Cool, cool tile

So I began yesterday with my face on the floor of the Hilton Garden Inn floor.

I had started off my day very normally. I went downstairs to get some breakfast and ordered scrambled egg whites, potatoes and a piece of sausage. I also grabbed some fruit and some yogurt for later.

So I come back to room and eat a few forkfuls of egg whites. Yummy! Then I cut the sausage in half. And the smell hits me. Oh. My. God. No no no. No sausage here. So I push it to the side. Maybe a potato. The same potatoes that just a mere four days ago brought me great joy. Chew, chew, spit. Ick. No.

And then I headed to the bathroom, where I spent the next five minutes trying to talk myself out of puking. Then I spent the next five minutes with my arms on the toilet and my head on my arms. And then I laid there for about 10 minutes until the wave had passed.

Then I went about my day. Even finished my chocolate milk and had a McDonalds fish sandwich for lunch.

All righty then. Thanks for the preview Morning Sickness. I am hoping it was a fluke. A terrible fluke.

So one week down, one to go until we tell the families. It was rather easy being in Toronto because we don't talk on the phone. But yesterday morning I really wish my mom already knew so I could get some sympathy. Josh was nice, he offered to come back from his training, but I declined. There's really nothing he can do to make it better anyway. And I should save those moments for when I am really puking. Hopefully, there won't e any of those moments.

But everything I have read says Morning Sickness (yes, it's a proper noun. If you treat is with respect, maybe it will treat you with respect) doesn't start until the sixth or seventh week. And that's not until next week or the week after.

So I should be nice and sick for out busy July, which includes a Tom Petty concert, a family reunion in Minneapolis, July Fourth, a big wedding, the All-Star Game in Detroit, a family vacation to Lake Geneva, our anniversary and the big move. Whew.

I am not sure which is worse: the constipation or the fear of Morning Sickness. As someone on a pregnancy message board put it, "Pooping is a privilege." Amen sister, amen. Testify.