Saturday, March 21, 2009

About to have my seltzer in a highball.

We're about to go out for a friend's birthday. Only my second "night on the town" since the BFP. I'm tired, bloated, and totally fine with staying home. But, alas, we shall go out. I don't know how long I'll last, but I'm giving it my all.

"I'll have a seltzer in a highball with a lemon, please. Hold the vodka."

No spotting today. Seems the culprit may have indeed been the dreaded treatment. We'll see what tomorrow holds.

Seabands are still holding strong.

All seems well in the land of baby bee.

1 comment:

  1. Yay!

    Well, except the selzer thing. Why don't fetuses like vodka? Scientists should study this.