My break from nausea is over. And I haven’t been nice to my family out of frustration. Or irritation. Or something.
I told my husband that I just need to do what I can to minimize the nausea and then deal. Because what if it lasts the whole time. I can’t be impatient and chirpy for the next six months. No one will survive that.
My husband and I have a list of about four girl names that we’ve been batting around. I told him a couple of days ago that I want to expand the list of names in consideration. He accused me of being like Donald Trump in his search for a Secretary of State. So be it, I say. I am not settled on a name. I want to keep thinking and ruminating.
We’ve got time, right?