Echoes.

1.  I will not be sick.  I will not be sick again.  I will not be sick all of the time.  Oh wait, yes I will.  But not right this second.  Or this one.  Or this one.  Or this one.
2.  I miss my daughter.  My life is a bit of a nothing when she’s gone for the summer.  Not that I can’t have fun, but it’s a bit purposeless if you don’t count the activities from #1.
3.  It’s hard to be excited about a baby that makes you throw up your toenails.  Not that I’ve eaten them, just that this pregnancy is a force of nature. 
4.  My mom is down helping clean up the oil spill.  I think the oil spill is horseshit.  I’m glad their stock is going down.  Someone ought to punch someone else in the nose.  A bar fight doesn’t count.  I don’t like my mom being gone.
5.  The power going out for no good reason in the middle of the night apparently still makes me convinced we’re being assaulted by a massive burglary ring right at that moment.
6.  I’ve already lost 10 pounds with this pregnancy.  A fact that brings me the only small amount of happiness I’ve had so far since the hyperemesis kicked in.  I know that this method of thought is sick and twisted.
7.  I don’t like anyone that’s healthier than I am right now.
8.  I am a world class vomiter. 
9.  If I ever get pregnant again, it will be because the sperm is housing some DNA for a future superhero that can swim past any and all barricades.
10.  I have nothing interesting to say for #10 because I am once again concentrating hard on not throwing up.
11.  Oh!  Why is it that I NEVER want to talk about bathroom poops and whatnot, but have no trouble describing anything and everything to do with my so-called vomiting life?  weird.