My cute student informed me that people in my class were surprised to hear about my pregnancy. They thought I was too serious to be pregnant.
I replied, "Yeah, because serious people don't have sex."
On Tuesday I was reading aloud student snapshots (descriptive paragraphs) about their Christmas vacations. After reading about a cheese party (gingerbread, chocolate, and blue cheese), I had to go stand in the bathroom and chew my gum very vigorously and concentrate. On not vomiting.
I have become a gum-chewing, non-cooking, stupid TV episode-watching worthless human being. Besides that I have started eating school lunch (with its own problems), because I cannot bear to put together two pieces of bread with meat and cheese for my own lunch. I can barely heat up water for cup o' noodles.
It's hard to imagine that I will ever recover normal life again.
When I informed Jake for the umpteenth million time that I did not feel good he said, "Oh?" with those raised eyebrows like, "is this really a discussion we're going to have again?"
I know. It's SO getting old.
I want to take a poll. Is it better to vomit and feel better for 5 minutes, or do I keep holding it back because once I do I'll never be able to hold it in again?
This is pretty much the most forefront question on my mind these days.
I also keep wondering if I am just weak stomached, or exceptionally strong willed?