Finally. I've finally gotten a handle on this stupid morning sickness. It's not over, oh no, not by a long shot, but I have managed to work out a nice system that seems to make the whole ordeal much more bearable. It goes something like this:
- Wake up, walk sleepily to bathroom sink, dry heave
- Walk to kitchen, make Alex a breakfast shake, vomit bile into kitchen sink
- Sit on couch and watch Arthur
- At some point before Curious George comes on, dry heave into kitchen sink one more time
- Eat a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles
- Sit completely still on sofa until the end of Clifford the Big Red Dog (or if I'm feeling particularly sick, until after Super Why) while sipping ice water through a straw
- Start day making sure to eat something every hour on the hour until 6PM at which time eat nothing but Popsicles until bedtime.
Needless to say, Alex has become a television addict and I have gained back that five pounds I'd lost. The good news is, I'm whining a lot less. It's a worth while trade off I think.
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