11 Weeks

Into 11 weeks nausea returns with a vengence. Eating, not eating doesn't cure a thing. My mummy runs around me, making me lemonade, asking me to chant after her: "Healthy I am; happy I am; holy I am." She's so sweetie pie. I can already begin to understand what it means to be a mother, sort of.

Dr. Nabatian has a delivery so I have to postpone my appointment. I am sad, but not too much so.