It started last Thursday, and I wasn't really sure, but now I can tell. If I don't constantly snack (and fewer things are sounding good to me--just crossed cheese off my list), my stomach feels so sick.
What do I want right now? A nice salad with some french dressing. We need to go grocery shopping as soon as DH gets home from getting some dirt. I'm afraid by then I'll be too sick. He doesn't understand, either. He thinks I need to plan ahead and figure out what I'm going to eat ahead of time. Blech.
With Andrew, I never had it this bad during the day--it was always at night. This time around, I'm feeling pretty yucky all day.
Okay, I have to stop. I can't keep typing about this because it's making my stomach turn even more.
Andrew is watching 60 Minutes with me right now. I think it's because they're talking about an "Eeeeee" (airplane).