Thursday, June 21, 2007

Nothing Lasts Forever

Contractions? What contractions?

Nothing at all going on this morning. Not a freaking thing. The baby's moving around just fine, but all labor-related activity seems to have come to a halt. A big, fat, embarrassing, crazy-making halt.

On the plus side, sleeping on a vinyl tablecloth for two nights did pay off when Miss M threw up all over our bed this morning. She's been retching up the meager contents of her stomach for the last two hours. I'm wondering if it's at all related to the nausea I felt Tuesday night, the nausea I optimistically chalked up to hormone stirrings. She's tentatively working her way through breakfast, with the puke bucket close at hand. Since she's off school today, we'd planned a day of distracting activities, but I have a feeling we're not going to get much further than the couch I've been orbiting for the last three days.


Stephanie said...

Nothing to be embarassed about. But going a little crazy does seem called for.

Chip said...

I think all this puking is a sign of the apocalypse.

Anonymous said...

ginger ale and saltines are probably perfect for both of you right now. hang in there and keep making cha cha wait on you...she loves it!