What Goes Down Must Come Up

Yes, I meant to get that law of physics backward. That's what's going on with my body lately. That CD seemed to help for all of about 2 days and I was back to feeling sick again. I can't seem to keep anything down and it's getting rather annoying. Hopefully the doctors will give me some nice drugs...

I don't know how anybody could be bulimic. I feel like that's what I am right now. Except I don't even have to force myself to throw up. And then I'm incredibly exhausted afterward. And my eyeballs hurt. Near the back - where they connect to the socket. I guess they're trying to escape my body too.

Part of me wishes I were having 4 or 5 children at the same time so I wouldn't have to do this again. I always thought I'd be one of those cute little women who are completely in their element being pregnant. Apparently not. Hubby says he wants ten little Indians. I told him to have them himself.

He is being a total doll though. While I'm completely useless as anything except a carrier for this little parasite, Hubby takes good care of me and everything else about our lives right now. On top of working and going to school full-time. He continually proves me right that I made the right choice in marrying him. And I'm sure once I get over these first few months (or at least get some drugs) I will be feeling it's the right decision to have this baby too. But right now... it's still debatable.