...that our baby is going to look like this.
(OK, it's a lousy picture, but I figured searching for a picture of a baby Mr. Potato Head for more than 30 minutes was a sign of something that I didn't want to be.)
Seriously, all I eat is potatoes. French fries are good. Mashed potatoes are fantastic. I found out the other day fried potatoes don't work so great...
This "morning sickness" lasts all day long, and I can't recall the last time I ate something because it sounded good. I can't recall the last time I ate something that tasted good. I can't recall the last time I ate something without the tiniest thought to what it might taste like coming back up.
I have some Jello squares setting in the fridge. I have high hopes for these... but we'll have to see.
Monday, September 8, 2008
I'm Afraid...
Labels: Morning Sickness, Whining
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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