Alright, so I worked an evening shift last night… Barely made it through before the nausea became unbearable again (that point where talking, light, movement, sounds, etc. make it worse). That said, I was not home for dinner, but the Husband insists that he and Pocahontas ate macaroni and cheese together.

I doubt it.

I’m trying to plan out a meal so that I can go shopping before coming home and sleeping to prepare for a night shift.

This is the most exciting update ever.