"It's getting better all the time.....

....ge-tting so much bett-er all the tiiiiiime!" (to be sung with a thick British accent)

That's what I've been saying lately when people ask how I'm feeling. I'm 11 weeks and 5 days and more than ready to shout "good riddance!" to my 1st trimester and "HELLOOOOOOOO" to having more energy, wearing cute maternity clothes, and being able to savagely devour a Cafe Rio pork salad without even thinking about the repercussions.

Yes, tragically, I have learned the hard way that I cannot skip taking Zofran. I thought it wasn't doing much because I would still throw up a couple times a day. Well I had a good three days with no up-chucking that duped me into thinking: "Pshh...I don't need this stuff. What is it anyway? A placebo pill to make me 'think' I am feeling less nauseated?" So I didn't refill my prescription. Huge, HUGE mistake.

It was a gruesome sight to behold at the Sibert residence this past Tuesday. I'll spare you the details but just say that I got very well acquainted with my bathroom that day and humbly apologized to my newly refilled Zofran bottle for doubting its powers.

On the flip side, food is s-l-o-w-l-y becoming more appetizing. One day I was feeling so fantastic Nick and I celebrated and ate at Chilis. I was pleasantly surprised at not having any gag reflex when I put the salty and oh-so-fattening french fries in my mouth and then happily dipped them into ranch dressing. OH YEAH. When we left the restaurant, Nick commented how he thought Chili's was overrated and that his food was just OK. I looked him like he was crazy: "Are you kidding me?! I thought my food tasted fantastic!" I said it a little too exuberantly. He laughed as he remembered that I had just eaten my first "real meal" in quite a while. Ah yes, that was a good day.

And I look forward to many more good days to come. :)

Food glorious food!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!