Sick Day

Even though I’m technically over the morning sickness stage (incidentally I never got over it with my son), I still get attacked every now and then.
Yesterday was one of those days.
The upside? I got the Primary Program written (look at me and my smoking gun).
The downside? Well, I was sick.
The upside? My husband is nice enough to bring me Sprite and Gatorade and make Ramen for everyone for dinner.
The downside? Well, I was sick.

I also have a bad case of the Miss Hilly Holbrook’s goin’ on:

It’s grown substantially since I took that picture, and it isn’t the cutest thing I’ve ever had on my face.

I’m beginning to think there’s something magical in Sprite. It carried me through my morning sickness, and every day I’ve been hit with morning sickness reruns, it serves as my primary healer. I know it isn’t the healthiest thing to down while I gestating, and honestly I think yesterday’s sickness was a direct result of my sugar indulgences.
I’ve cut pretty far back on sugary things lately, but the day before yesterday? I was so sad over my hair that I ate an unholy amount of pancakes.
And then I went to Family Home Evening (a family talent show) and didn’t exactly step away from the cookie platter.
My system (or as my daughter would say “zyzstem”) truly balked.

Now if you’ll excuse me, my kids are asking for ice cream for breakfast.  I’ve got to serve them some oatmeal and teach them all about how too much sugar is terrible for your little zyzstem.


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