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I feel like HELL this morning. And why? Because I stayed up late (came home about 3 A.M.)and didn't eat anything, like a big idiot, coupled with forgetting to take my prenatal vitamin until I was leaving the coffee joint (I had decaf) with an empty stomach which resulted in hours of nausea.

I spent the next couple of hours almost throwing up but never doing it... and when I woke up, it was the same story! Of course this when I stopped trying to go back to sleep because the bloody cats are so freaking insistent about everything. They are incredibly inconsiderate creatures. So I get up, dizzy and nauseous, to go downstairs to feed the fur balls and come back up. Then I have to let them out. Stephen is kind enough let them in the window. *sigh* Stephen is kind enough to fetch my thyroid medication (which I have to take before I eat anything) and some water for me. I take it... and then fairly promptly vomit a great deal more than I thought could possibly be in my stomach at that point. I should really take more thyroid pills to make up for the onces that went down the loo, but I think I'll wait a few minutes. Stephen very kindly made eggs for me, but the way I'm feeling, those may be coming back up in a minute, too. This sucks.

"Why would a pregnant women be staying up so late on a Sunday night?" you may be asking. Well, let me explain:
This past week was Midterms at Uni. Midnight PST last night was the cut off to get in everything- assignments, discussion board postings, quizzes, and, of course, the actual exams. Well, I've been behind a fair amount since this small thing in me decided to make it abundantly clear that my body is no longer my own, conveniently right after the semester started. However, as of last night, I not only got in everything I needed to do for my midterms, and did a bang up job of it, but I also caught up a bit on some other things as well. This, let me tell you, is an amazing sense of accomplishment. I hope this also demonstrates to my instructors that even though I haven't been fully participating in the discussions as much as I should have, I have been paying attention.

I got 100% on all of my quizzes. I got an A on my Photoshop Midterm and a B+ (which means I missed three questions) on my Digital Photography Midterm.
So anyhoot- I haven't felt like I've been on top of anything for almost two months. So in celebration of gettin' er' done, so to speak, I decided that going out to coffee with

hatefulerin was a good idea. (By the way, it was her birthday on Saturday, so Happy Birthday to her!) I had a very good time with Erin. But by golly, I'm not the young sprite I used to be.

No wonder I always have dreams about being enslaved and/or put in internment camps. Or cake. I'm still disappointed at not getting a nice birthday cake. Perhaps I shall purchase one for photographic purposes and then eat it. :D (A little one. I can't handle much sugar.)

Well... I guess I'll just have to enjoy my extra two hours of not going to work because I'm unwell. At least the terror kitten is sitting nicely in my lap and purring away. She'd better be nice to me after waking us up the only times we could get to sleep last night. GRRR. Freakin' fur balls.

Edit/Update: I have spent the last hour, at least, holding very still in hopes that I will not have to vomit again. I do not feel better. I'm seriously considering jumping up and down or just standing up very quickly to empty my stomach again and hopefully just feel better. Can I do that? Can I just feel better now?!

I sure am going out my first trimester with a bang.

*#%@*$$$* CRUMPETS AND MARMITE! Can I just be round and happy now?