One of my loves in this world - food - has lost its appeal, good will, and fun. I wake up in the morning and, before I move from bed, my stomach is flipping and flopping. It reminded me of a fish on the dock - until the thought of fish made it even worse.
Wednesday night, Michael even picked up my favorite Chinese take-out.
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I don't eat Mark Pi's very often - all the salt, oil and sugars, but i was so looking forward to it. Then, once the delicous, steaming plate was infront of me, the only thing that I could eat was the broth from the hot & sour soup.
I made myself have a bite of the soup only after I took a bite of the main meal. I barely ate my beloved Mongolian Beef. It was sad to see it go to waste... so sad.
Our first ultrasound is next Friday. I can not wait.
My Cristy just called, and she is bringing me soup from Panera. I am so lucky.
2 comments:
congratulations!!! i'm excited to follow your journey over the next months. i just found out i am going to be a grandma today!
I tried to convince my doctor '2 eggs a day' could be had in a cake. Didn't work. Hang in there sweatheart.
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