So much for that.

Yeah - today? Not so much. I would have been the luckiest in the world had my good day lasted through today.

Instead, I started my day out by laying in bed wishing for another 3 hours of sleep. I slept like CRAP last night (including waking up at 2am absolutely STARVING - what's up with that?), showered, dressed, and got to work. I ate some dry Cheerios and a banana, with some water. Then, around 10:30 - I dry heave all over my keyboard. I ran to the bathroom in fear that this was it - I was finally going to barf...and then, nothing. Nothing except feeling like ass. So, I went to the little store in my building and got a chicken & stars Soup at Hand and some gingerale. It helped.

Then, around 1pm, I was starving, and yet again - nothing sounds good AT ALL. Except...peanut butter & jelly. OH MY GOD PEANUT BUTTER & JELLY. It sounds like heaven. I rush to Macy's Marketplace (they have triple-decker PB&Js that are the BOMB) and run to the pre-made sammich section. There are none to be found. WTF. I begin fighting back tears and bile, as my stomach is reacting horribly to the thought of not eating a PB&J.

And then, there it was - the last one, hiding with some turkey sandwiches. BLISS. I nabbed some pretzels and a fountain cherry coke and I'm back to work.

That PB&J was delicious. I'd actually like another, but I know they're gone since I ate the last one.

Today's goal is just feeling well enough to make it through the Twins home opener. I'd REALLY like a dome dog too (think ballpark frank but plumper and THE BEST EVER) but I don't know if my stomach will go with it. I'll just keep my goal on staying well enough to last through the game.

Wait, wait, wait. I feel...good.

Today, I woke up around 11am. I haven't slept this late in a long while.

I don't know if it was the tremendous amount of sleep, the italian beef sammich I had last night, or just a fluke...

...but I feel...good.

I, as a force of habit, put on the SeaBands this morning. However, I felt like maybe I didn't need them. So I took them off.

Here I sit, 2.5 hours later...3 eggos and a glass of juice later, and I still feel okay.

I'm just sitting, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

In the meantime, I'm enjoying this with every inch of my being. I'm going to clean the house today, something I haven't done in over a month. I think the hubs will be pleased that I'm getting my ass off the couch and doing something.

But first, I have to get my ass off the couch.

Hospital tour.

The hubs and I toured the hospital of choice today. Aside from it being under construction (making it a freakin long walk to the east wing of the hospital) everything seemed nice. It certainly isn't the Ritz Carlton of birthing centers, but it was nice and clean.

What really sealed the deal was that there is a NICU on site. Not that I anticipate needing that, but knowing that there's one there if need be, is very reassuring.

I'm dumb.

So, this came in the mail this week. (the lotus flower "blanket")

I apparently don't enjoy reading because the description of the product clearly says it's a "security blankie or changing mat." I thought it was a straight up blanket. So imagine my dismay when I open it and it's 18" x 19" - I felt cheated and wronged and like the woman who runs the etsy store must have sent me the wrong thing.

Oh no, I'm just a moron. I suppose I'll get use out of it, but I was flabbergasted.

I'm still waiting on the owl blankie.

I'm also still waiting on taking a nap and wanting to leave work and never come back. Stay tuned for those.

It's been decided.

I need to win the lotto, as I have NO attention span or desire to be at work, EVER. If I could just not ever work again, I'd be golden.

Thus, I'm going to go ahead and win the lotto.

Pregnancy brain is a total bitch. Like, seriously. I lost the drive to complete this post at the word desire.

Things I think even non-pregnant people should own.

A Be Band (or Bella Band).

Seriously, I have like, 3 pairs of pants that, pre-knockedupedness (I like making up words), I might have been able to continue wearing thanks to this contraption.

However, now that I am a bloat machine, this is a GODSEND. I was able to eat McDonald's today and sit with my pants unbuttoned with my coworkers being none the wiser.

I bought two today at Target, one in black and one in white.

I love it. LOVE.

Seabands, you've only been working half the time, so I am now offering marriage to the Be Band. Sorry. Step up your game and it might be back to you.

8 weeks.

Lack of bloat photo coming soon...

How far along? 8 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: - 2. Eating is not working so well lately.
Maternity clothes? Still only wearing lounge pants. The mat shirt looked ridiculous on me.
Stretch marks? No.
Sleep: Getting lame. I wake up a lot, and last week I officially began getting up to pee in the middle of the night.
Best moment this week: Seeing the little smudge on the screen! (smudge is the new nickname, thanks to my auntie Mitzi)
Movement: Nope.
Food cravings: None, really. I've been feeling pretty sick lately, so nothing sounds good.
Gender: I'm still wishing girl but thinking boy.
Labor Signs: Nada.
Belly Button in or out? Innie.
What I miss: I still miss feeling normal. This week has been rough.
What I am looking forward to: Hospital tour on Saturday.
Weekly Wisdom: None, really. I wish I had some regarding a miracle cure for feeling shitty.
Milestones: Seeing and hearing the heartbeat!