You know what is good? One hot dog. Know what’s not good? Two hot dogs and an orange float (soda + vanilla ice cream). :sigh:

Yes, hot dogs. I know that they are probably better to stay away from… but of course what is my current craving? Hot dogs. With melted cheese. I had one at the Big E on Sunday and let me tell you, that was the best damn hot dog I’ve ever had in my life. Today I was shopping at Costco and I was running past all those little sample tables since they all were making me feel queasy. Except… oh no… hot dogs. Little cut-up hot dog weiners. I tried one. Shiiiiit, it was good. I bought a whole box of hot dog weiners. :/ Then I came home and ate one…. then another one. Sigh.

I feel like the number of foods that do not make me feel sick are shrinking rapidly. Remember at the start of this “morning sickness” thing how I said that as long as I ate something I felt okay? Hahaha. Those days are long gone. Last night I threw up a freaking apple. An apple! I’m trying to do good by my kid, but my body goes and throws it all up. Guess it was just too much. And right now “too much” constitutes… well, an apple. It’s so frustrating because I’m hungry… but every time I try to eat I end up nauseated and puking.

So yeah. I’m really ready for this “morning sickness” (for me it’s more like evening/night sickness) to go on its way. I really want to be able to eat anything I want! I’m ready for the second trimester. Anytime now.

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In other pregnancy news I’m getting really irritated again. My dogs? My cats? The cats at work? People? Driving? Stupid people driving? All are pissing me off. The dogs need to get the hell out of my way… and they need to stop chewing stupid shit. I’d love to be able to turn off my mommy-sense for an hour and live in blissful ignorance like my husband does, but somehow I can hear the muffled sound of them chewing something from three freaking rooms away, and to me it’s like running nails down a chalkboard. I can’t let it go. I know they’re doing something they shouldn’t be. Damnit. And the cats? Need to get off my damn counter!! I’m tired of having to push a cat out of the way every time I want to write something, or eat something, or freaking see the computer screen. This goes for home and work. Can I please just walk into the kitchen without tripping over someone??

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I have an ultrasound tomorrow morning. I am nervous. Not terrified… but nervous. I hope everything’s okay in there. It’s so hard when I can’t feel anything yet. I just trust the nausea that everything is proceeding as it should be.

And suddenly I got hit with a wall of exhaustion…. ugh. I guess that means sleep for me!