Gold Fish, Perrier, and Drugs: My Latest and Greatest Accessories.

It would seem that my baby sickness has yet to improve; in fact, it's become increasingly erratic. I might choke back a dry heave at any given point in the day regardless of what I'm doing or with whom I'm speaking.

Blinn Students, pray that they remain dry heaves.

Helping me remain upright throughout the day are my newly intimate friends Pepperidge Farm Goldfish, Perrier (because diet 7up, which was my favorite, has suddenly become unquestionably intolerable. I wish my body would keep me better updated), and Zofran. Yes, we've discussed the drugs, and I'll continue to sing Zofran's praises as long as it continues to keep the vomit in the vault.

However, my three allies are only partially effective. The unpredictable dizziness and stomach lurching can arrive at any given moment making all my goals incredibly difficult. Advising remains paramount due to that pesky need for an income, and we're still waiting for my dad to win the lottery. Seriously, Dad, how long have you been playing that thing? Get on it already!

My kind editor at Maroon Weekly has given me a couple of weeks off to gather my strength for our issue covering Chilifest...hmmm...chili kind of sounds good. I'll be interviewing the Brant Crow Band for it fairly soon; I wonder what their take on birthing options is.

Lastly, my blog...poor, poor blog. It may remain the most neglected while I wait for baby sickness season to pass. But I'll do my best!

Thanks so much for all of the prayers and support!