First, last weekend was awful. I felt worse than each bad day during the first trimester plus about 7 dozen. Found a wedge pillow, which really helped, and slept so much that it's more than broken-in now. Still, those reindeer games were supposed to be over last week.
And this morning? I yaked. Yep, yak fest. Where did that come from? Give me a break. The only silver lining to that story is that I kept down my Synthroid for the morning. Go team.
Baby, we're going to stop with this Twinkle Twinkle Little Star business and swap over to the Mayo Clinic's pregnancy guide to catch you back up to the learning curve. It's too early to start falling behind.
Yes, I know "this too shall pass". Please don't patronize me. I'm really not in the mood.