The curse of morning sickness has hit me. Hard. It’s more like all day sickness. Whoever termed it morning sickness must have misspelt mourning. It’s off and on in the morning and then pretty constant in the afternoon. Oh, how I wish I could puke (except at work which would be weird since no one knows). It’s just a constant queasiness that makes me feel like I have to lose it all.
I’ve mentioned this before but my emotions have been running high and low. Today I found out that a dear friend has advanced stage colon cancer and it’s spread to his liver. I’m incredible saddened by this. He is like a grandpa to my kids. I actually cried in my cube today. How do I have the right to feel sick when this is happening? I can’t help but think how unfair it all is. It’s a sick, sad day.
Chicken Minus Head 