And, it would have had to be my guts I was puking up because my stomach was completely empty. It was such fabulous fun that I think maybe I should celebrate all the pregnancy milestones that way. My body seems to take delight in tormetning me and screwing with me. First I puke or just don't want to eat and then I'm ravenously hungry...it is frustrating. And my belly is back to looking like a piece of modern art...between the teeny scabbed over needle holes and the nice big bruise I'm sporting right now, its a really good thing I'm not taking pics of it yet.
Now, please understand, continuing to have symptoms is a good thing. In fact, its a very, very good thing...but that damned well doesn't mean I have to like them. I wish I could find more comfort in them but right now even the symptoms aren't keeping me from getting more and more scared as my appointment next Wednesday (the 18th) gets closer and closer. To fight off the tension and paranoia, I'm taking advantage of a SpaWish gift certificate some of my wonderful friends gave me and I'm going to the spa next Tuesday. I'll be getting a manicure, pedicure, a moisturizing body polish, and a deep pore cleansing facial. The only bummer is that I can't get the 90 minute massage I was so looking forward to. They don't do massages on women in their first trimester...something about the toxins released through deep tissue massage interferring with the baby's growth. Don't have any clue whether its a valid thought or not but I figured I'd be a good girl and go along with the plan. Guess the massage will have to wait for another 3 weeks or so. I can't wait to go to the spa and I really adore the ladies who gave me such a wonderful gift.