The all-day queasies suck ass. Saturday I made it into Barnes and Noble for all of 5 minutes before I had to ask hubby to take me back home. The couch has become my refuge. I wish I was there now, but am at work, feeling like crap.

Hubby's been really sweet through this. He's been making all the meals (or ordering delivery when he's not feeling up for it). Yesterday he bought groceries and picked up some extra things he thought would help ease my tummy.

My chicken noodle soup is ready. Time to attempt lunch...