New Era

I'm excited about the change that has taken hold of the country - I feel much more optimistic about bringing a kid into this world with our new President.

I will be at 16 weeks tomorrow, and I've gotten a bit of a reprieve on the sickness. I even felt well enough to go to Maine for a couple of days and visit my family. As long as I eat every 2 hours, I seem to be ok. It's amazing how not feeling sick for a little bit can improve your outlook. "Oh yeah, this is what 'normal' feels like!"

Lest I become too comfortable in my relative wellness, I got wretchedly sick last night. Worse than ever. Was it the excitement of the election results? The red mask across my eyes is worse than before, and the broken blood vessels in my neck are more prominent. And I had just ceased having to do a Hollywood makeup job! Dang it. Maybe I overdid it by cleaning my house yesterday. Clearly I need to plant myself on the couch and eat bonbons.

At least I can start to see a light at the end of the tunnel. The nurse at my OB's office assured me that all should be well by 16 weeks - so that's it, tomorrow is the deadline - ya hear me hormones? Betty needs a break.

I am now fully embracing the maternity wear, which currently leaves me with exactly three pairs of pants. Now is when my brilliant clothing design career ought to kick in, I could make yummy mummy funky soft comfy clothes. Then again, I could take a nap.