It started on Saturday. Having lunch, with friends, the only thing on the menu that looks good it the bacon cheese burger.
Bacon.
Burger.
It’s been nearly three months since I’ve been able to stomach the idea of meat. I ate over half of it (and had the WORST. stomach. ache. ever). Then the next day, because we were staying at a hotel, I didn’t get breakfast for TWO HOURS after I woke up.
And I didn’t get sick.
Then? When we got home that night? I took the dog for a walk and I was able to walk up the hill on the way home WITHOUT taking a break to nap on the sidewalk. I even made it up the stairs to the front door with out feeling like my heart was going to pound it’s way out of my chest.
Then?!?
I cleaned out the fridge WHILE cooking dinner. Cooking dinner AND cleaning AT THE SAME TIME.
This morning it continued. I woke up, walked the dog (all the way around the block even!) and DIDN’T immediately take a nap after breakfast. I returned phone calls! I answered email! It’s 2:30 and I’m STILL AWAKE!
My husband is baffled. Even the dog is wondering what the hell is up.
Could this be the end of the tyranny of the morning sickness and beginning of the wondrous second trimester burst of energy.
(pleaseOhpleaseOhPlease)


















