10 weeks

I am 10 weeks - either today or tomorrow, the authorities disagree on the matter. This morning at 5 am I puked for the first time. My breath still smells like acid and my jaw hurts from retching into the toilet. I woke up and felt nauseous. I knew it was an empty stomach and with no crackers around, I decided to eat a banana, lying down. Bad mistake. I sat up and the vomit was already in my mouth before I ran to the bathroom - that's how much I avoid puking. But it gave me a bit of satisfaction that I have puked. Can one have a real pregnancy without puking? My mother vomitted a lot. I have been nauseous, but finally I vomitted - yes! I'm so proud. I was thinking of my little Olive and what fun we'll have together, mummy and daughter.

I went to a Yogi Bhajan yoga class yesterday where they were bouncing around. I do not like them for that - I will have to confide in Angad and see what she thinks. She is the counter person at kundalinieastyoga. After the class I tried speaking to some people, but they were all in such a rush to leave. Man, can't one simply have a nice conversation with someone? I really needed that - just to talk to people. All day I was chatty and so uncharacteristically social.

I also wanted to start a letter to Sarah Gilbert telling her how much her blog helped me, entertained me, assured me that there are people out there doing things similar to me and doing it with confidence and poise.