A Bright Spot

Today has been wonderful. I went outside! I walked 1300 steps, according to my podometer. I met a new neighbor. I didn't throw up!

After all that excitement I had to take a nap.

Counting down week eleven. It is getting better. At least today and yesterday. If pregnancy makes you feel great then I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to know you. Want to be my surrogate next time?

I am also trying not to worry about an upcoming vacation that was scheduled before we found out I was pregnant. We are going on a crusie for four days soon. We got a great rate since we are going in February, and who wouldn't want to go on a cruise, right? A big rocking ship in the middle of the ocean. Hmmm.

My first mid-wife appointment is in a couple of days. She asked me to keep a food journal so no coke for at least a few days. I seem to want to eat much more junk food when I'm pregnant than when I'm not. Although I had something fried the other day and realized it had been months since I had tasting comething cooked by submersing in hot oil. My stomach is still sensitive to heavy foods. Not so yummy right now.

The kind words and well-wishes have helped to make me feel more like part of a team than like a loner in this treck. Thanks for thinking of me and letting me know you are thinking of me. I couldn't do this alone.