Well, as if I didn't hate Dallas already, I had a trip there that was one for the record books.
...that is...
if they have a record for "most times vomiting while traveling" category.
Funny story - it would appear that Zofran is no match for pregnancy-associated morning sickness. I threw up on planes. I threw up in cabs (well, OUTSIDE of cabs). I threw up in hotel bathrooms and conference restrooms.
It was epic. It would have been funny, had I not been too busy vomiting to laugh.
I returned from Dallas dehydrated, pale, and just shy of dead. I slept all day Sunday and Monday, and am only now considering leaving the house.
So there will be no more traveling for me. I don't think I could survive another trip, to be honest with you.
Lesson learned, and all that.
In other news, my 7w2d ultrasound was fabulous! They now have arms and legs and eyes and brains and all kinds of cool little human-type parts. They're wonderfully healthy and growing on schedule. The office APN said it looks like the twins are viable, which was probably the best news I heard since becoming pregnant!
So we're on for using the second bedroom as a nursery.
Which means that eventually we'll need to expand because we are 1 bedroom shy of a 2-child household (god, I can't believe we're going to be a 2-child household by Thanksgiving!).
In short...other than the life-sucking nausea, things are all good.
Stay tuned for week 8 belly pics tomorrow (if I can find the *&$%*& camera charger)...I'm almost positive I'm starting to show.
*let's have a moment of silence for my pre-pregnancy figure, shall we?
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