I had (another) ultrasound yesterday and the embryo now has a spine! Whoa dude, just last Thursday there was no spine and then all of a sudden four days later, a spine! Pure craziness. The good part of having ultrasounds every fifteen minutes is that you get the see the thing growing at atomic light speed, the bad part is that every time I see it I get more attached. This pregnancy is still touch and go. My doctor actually told me that I shouldn't be traveling and if I absolutely HAD to that I should bring doctor's notes along just in case I end up in an ER somewhere. Doesn't exactly invoke confidence, does it?
Nothing that I normally eat sounds good at all. I had ham and cheese sandwiches for dinner twice this week. When I was making one for the second consecutive night, Ski looked at me and said "You don't even like ham." No shit genius. But I'm pregnant and now I like ham. I'm pregnant and am therefore allowed to change my mind on what I do and don't eat at any given time. Last night I ate a cheeseburger off the grill which tasted delicious and then I promptly threw it up which didn't taste so delicious. So cheeseburgers are off the "might be able to choke down" list. The list is dwindling. I do know that everything Renee eats makes me want to vomit so feeding her pretty much sends me spiraling in to dry heave mode. Are we having fun yet? Let me check, NOPE.
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