back from the dead
Can't really remember what normal is anymore but I'm guessing that it has something to do with not feeling like you've had two bottles of vodka the night before, been dragged through a couple of hedges, been given a severe case of food poisoning and bashed over the head. Happy news: I'm four months pregnant. Bad news: I don't do pregnancy well. Unlike some women who feel full of beans and joy I tend to feel like the above vodka description (or sometimes worse).
Hence no blogging. It's hard to have an opinion about anything when you are spending the majority of your time with your head down the toilet or passed out in bed wondering if you will ever be able to eat again.
And so it goes. I'll try not to curse myself and say that now - mid February I am starting to feel a little bit better, still quesy and tired but not like I'm going to die. For this apparently I'm meant to be grateful. Meanwhile Ed works with a girl who feels so good that she didn't even notice she was pregnant until she was more than 4 months, I hate her.
So that's about it for now - not very inspiring but nor is constant nausea. XX