8:00 a.m. Open eyes, looks at the clock and try darn hardest to go back to sleep.
8:10 a.m. No use. Opens eyes. Looks at Paw's snoring face (sister) and try to contemplate if she should wipe off the dried up saliva on the side of her mouth. . . Nah.
8:15 a.m. Slowly gets up and sits, takes deep breaths, hoping, sincerely hoping that this is a good morning and that this nasty thing called morning sickness and nausea would give her a break today.
8:16 a.m. Tough luck amigo. She feels it creeping up her gut. Reaches for water to drink. Trying not to scream. Heads for the toilet.
8:17 a.m. First saliva deposit in the morning, swears off sex for the rest of her life.
8:20 a.m. Teary -eyed goes to her room, opens the Daily Bread Journal and looks for the current page, reads the page and say morning prayers.
8:25 a.m. Goes down and sits at the dining table. Rolling eyes over oatmeal and hot water in front of her. Oh, not to forget her maternity milk that tastes like crap. Everyone else is having eggs, corned beef and nice rolls. Argh!
8:35 a.m. Finishes up gulping the remains of a dreadful goo called milk and gets water to drink a lethal combination of folic acid, calcium and progesteron hormonal pills.
8:40 a.m. Goes back to her room to turn on computer and check on her email. Admires her blog for ten minutes and finds that the music makes her sick.
8:45 a.m. Toilet.
9:00 a.m. Calls Bill and is happy for 10 minutes.
9:15 a.m. Starts setting up laptop to start writing parts of her masteral thesis.
10:00 a.m. Note: from the start to the end of that writing part, she urinates how many times(lost count) and throws up one more time.
10:01 a.m. Takes a 10 minute nap - exhausted.
12:00 nn Lunch - vegetable soup, rice and fruit. Healthy. Yummy? Nah.
12:15 p.m. Toilet
12:30 p.m. Settles to watch SCRUBS - getting sick of it too.
3:00 p.m. Swears off watching SCRUBS.
4:00 p.m. Plays with Elmo.
4:30 p.m. Swears off playing with Elmo because he's too stinky.
4:45 p.m. Takes a shower and contemplates on dressing up and getting the car keys and driving off somewhere to kill the boredom.
5:00 p.m. All dressed up, car keys at hand and stares at the car for ten minutes, remembering how she puked a couple of days ago trying to drive the car.
6:00 p.m. Texts siblings asking when they are coming home. Demanding that they come home NOW!
6:45 p.m. Call Bill and say good morning, happy for 2 minutes.
7:00 p.m. Dinner - you don't wanna know. It's healthy.
7:30 p.m. Watches the news.
8:00 p.m. Brother Siga comes home - yipee!
9:00 p.m. Paw comes home - yipee!
10:00 p.m. Washes face, brushes teeth. Says prayers. Dreading bed time
2 a.m. Wakes up and throws up. Eat crackers, drink water, try to go back to sleep.
I HATE THIS SCHEDULE!!!!!!
I can't wait until the first trimester is over then I can have a normal life again. I don't care if I'm big, as long as my body feels normal, puhleaaaasssee!!!
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