okay, peanut.

So the death cold/flu has been downgraded to a normal cold today – yay! Thank heavens. I no longer ache and finally feel like I can somewhat function without collapsing. I still sound like a big nose and am complete with sniffles, sneezes and coughs, but I can handle that. I also managed to pull a nice, long muscle in my back (Coughing, I suspect.), but it’s okay with me.

Note: this paragraph could be considered graphic and disgusting. Please read at your own risk.
Last night as I was making dinner and chatting on the phone with my husband, I got the sudden urge to vomit. Determined to try, I hung up with him (“Love, I’m going to go try to vomit. I’ll call you back, okay?”), went into the bathroom and faced my friend, the toilet. After about half a dozen unsuccessful attempts, I walked away defeated. Toilet: 6, me: 0. I don’t know how people do it – make themselves throw up, that is. I wish I could. I’m tempted now, but (1) I’m at work, and (2) I know it won’t happen. It’s all I want to do, and all I can think about. I’m so close, just not close enough. Argh.

I’m back to taking my big girl vitamins. Now that I feel human again, I can convince my inner-self that they’re okay and move on from the Flintstones. Don’t worry, though, those Flintstones are still a crutch!

Upon checking my e-mail this morning, I discovered a “Save the Date” e-mail from a good high school friend – yay! She’ll be getting married in January of ’09, and I couldn’t be happier for her. After a really rough year, she deserves every happiness the world holds for her. So as I’m writing the date in my planner, I realized … I’ll be 6 months pregnant by the end of January! Holy crud! Hold on; calculation needed. On her wedding day, I’ll be <calculating> 25 weeks! By that time, the bubble will be around 13.5 inches long and weigh 1.5 lbs.! My, oh my!

I’m very much looking forward to Friday, when I’m treated to a manicure and pedicure at the lovely Robert Andrew Salon & Spa. I’m blessed to work for a company that treats their female employees so well; yes, work is sending us to the spa! This is, I believe, the third year in a row for this, and I love it just as much every year! Of course, I’ll be sans the massage this time around because of the bubble (I’m not far enough along for a maternity massage.), but it’s okay. It will still be wonderful!

Happy Tuesday, everyone!