So another day another bout of nausea. Inexplicable timing, doesn’t seem to relate to anything that I have been able to pinpoint. Last night it was just after your dad made my dinner and I had tried to eat some. Cheese enchilladas, so nothing icky or strange about it. Ten pm after I made it home from a uni meeting, your Dad very kindly made me dinner, I took about 3 bites (I was starving) and then felt like vomiting.Â Lovely.Â Big thanks to him – he wasn’t so impressed.
Today it was in a meeting at work, the subject of which was definitely not the most exciting, but not bad enough that i’d label it nauseating!Â I managed to keep the gagging feeling down, and hopefully no-one noticed.Â Yuck.Â So, i repeat again, I really hope this is helping you grow down there ’cause its mighty uncomfortable for me out here.Â As your dad said last night, good thing its me that is feeling sick and not him, cause otherwise both our lives would be miserable – he is a terrible sick person.Â I wonder if you will be the same?
Melbourne Cup is today.Â I have bought a few tickets in the sweeps..
Hope you’re well!