Can you say 'Projectile Vomit'?

So, it's official, the sickness has started, although considering I was so violently ill, part of me is thinking (and hoping) it was something more sinister. Bad food or the like.

I never knew throwing up could be so painful, but as you are probably eating your breakfast or lunch, or somesuch, I think I might leave the details alone!

Poor Sweetheart ended up getting caught up in it all, (not literally - phew!) by cooking a nice fish and chips dinner, and me not eating any of it. I don't know whether I'll have the heart to tell him the plum pudding for dessert went straight through Darlin' Boy, and resulted in an impromptu 6am bath because the nappy just couldn't hold it. Sorry there I go getting into details again!

And the preggo brain (some call it placenta brain, but as 'it' starts before the placenta is even doing much I think it's a bit of a misnomer) has well and trully kicked in. The event of note yesterday, when looking over the locations I can get my blood test (yes, I STILL haven't got it confirmed), and having spent the last two weeks wondering why on earth there are so few locations, I finally noticed there was one in my suburb, at my local shops, and it's right NEXT DOOR to the doctors surgery itself! Am I a dunce or what? I reckon I must be suffering selective blindess at the moment. Something that usually only affects the male of our species, but that's a whole other story all together!