That’s right, Chuck and I named the baby Ipecac…a nice unisex name that describes the way the baby makes me feel all the time. I got by for a week without puking until I had to pull over while driving home, empty out my lunch pail and puke all with my foot on the brake. It’s been about every couple of days since then, so not as bad as it was but still not pleasant. Today, in honor of my mother-in-law’s birthday, I puked twice and the second time it was purple, her favorite color. Love that grape juice. 
So, same old, same old. I’m at the 12-week point today, so any day now I ought to be feeling myself again. In the meantime, I’m off to watch American Idol. Here’s hoping for a happier post next time!