Let’s all close our eyes and focus for a moment on a very important goal:
Tiffany must not throw up three spicy Jack in the Box tacos.
Do you have any idea how disgusting and painful that will be? Why couldn’t I have had applesauce for lunch? Oh gentle, sweet, practically pre-digested applesauce.
Update:Mission failed. All over my bedspread. Like you really wanted to know that, right? Well at least I avoided the laptop and the down throw, both of which are dry clean only. Ohhhhhhh dear lord. And to think I craved those damn little grease pockets the entire time I was pregnant with Nicolaus and whined and complained that Georgia didn’t have Jack in the Box.
But the good news is that since I live in constant fear of losing this baby, today’s bout of morning sickness is strangely reassuring. It’s nice to know that without a doubt, I am pregnant. Even if the new baby hates me and my tacos.