The other day when she was getting tired she walked over to me and grabbed my finger and tugged. She led me to her bedroom door. I turned on the DVD player and put her in her crib. Then I left. And she didn’t make a peep. As much as she loves the DVD she always cries for at least a few seconds when I leave the room. I guess she really did want a nap?!

Later I was draped over the toilet, heaving, arms braced on the toilet seat to each side. Kate ran over to me and nudged her head under my left arm so she too could stare in the toilet. Then she looked at me and grinned, like it was some new fun game we were playing – toilet studying or something.

Nausea is really kicking in. It’s around most of the day, but it’s getting more insistent. Monday was the first time I had to put Kate down and dash for the toilet – I didn’t throw up, but I really wasn’t sure. A lot of gagging.

I had a craving for cream of wheat, so I went and bought some. Yummy. I am eating cheerios almost every day, they seem to taste good. Everything else seems to be trigger-based: if I see it, I want it. Now. (I just saw a hotdog in a picture. Damnit. I wonder if we have any left in the fridge.)

I got Kate some megabloks last week and she’s already figured out how to put them together and take them apart. However taking them apart apparently always involves using her teeth. Weird kid. The best one was when she pulled off a block with her mouth, but had blocks in both hands already. So she walks over to Denis and leans forward, both arms held out to the side. Bending at the waist she leaned down to his hand and deposited the block from her mouth into his hand. Then she stood up and happily walked off.