Check Up.

I went to the surgeon's office today to check up on everything. I felt queasy last night, and going out to PF Chang's for dinner didn't help anything at all. It was all I could do not to barf on the way home, smelling the leftovers sitting in the backseat.
This morning I felt a little better; I keep telling myself This is it. You are back to normal. Stop moping around. But it's really hard to remember what "normal" felt like--was I always feeling this blah? No exercise probably isn't helping things, but I am not sure I am strong enough for anything like that...maybe? I thought I might start with a stretching video and see how that goes.
But anyway, this morning before Ethan and I left I grabbed a big glass of Gatorade mixed with water. I usually never take a drink in the car with me, but I planned on having my blood work done for the OB, and the nurse said to make sure I was really hydrated. So I dropped Ethan off at Grandma Patty's and called Jen, my good friend, because I had the whole day ahead of me, with nothing to do after the doc's (Joey is snowboarding). I thought we could meet up for lunch. She suggested Sushi, I said absolutely not, and as soon as I hung up the phone with her I puked into that still half full Gatorade cup. I don't know what I would have done without that cup--it's not like you carry a puke bowl in the car. And I was driving. Late to my appointment. All I can say is that doctor is lucky he didn't find himself talking with a patient covered in smelly barf.
After my appointment I decided not to go get the blood work done because I was feeling so crappy, but all I could think to do is go home and sleep. The only other option was shopping, so I went to Old Navy and looked for maternity stuff. I ended up buying Ethan a whole bunch of really cute shorts and some shirts on clearance. I also bought Joey a cowboy shirt so he doesn't feel left out. I will give it to him as a Valentine's Day present since I was totally out of it on Saturday.
And now I am home, feeling pretty good (good enough to do housework? Not so sure) and I open a fortune cookie from last night. It reads: Pleasure awaits your company. The cookie tastes pretty darn good so I eat another one. This one says, Tomorrow will be a five star day for you! Enjoy.
I could eat these all day, especially since they seem to be giving out such nice predictions, but I opt for sour gummy worms instead.