Still sick. And working. Able to hold it together throughout the day, but totally dead by the time I get home.
Lost three pounds due to not eating and throwing up.
Baby likes to tell me to not throw up in the car, but save it for the potty.
Ice cream seems to make me feel better. Mint chocolate chip, to be exact.
When I run to the bathroom to throw up, Baby will be right on my heels. After I finish, she'll say, "My turn!" Then lean over and spit into the toilet. I hope I'm not teaching her to be bulimic.
Also, my tummy is definitely growing a lot quicker than with the first. I had a student finally ask if I was pregnant.