The waiting...

is killing me. Ultrasound on Thursday.

The love is gone.

Zofran, my friend, we need to talk. I take you because you promise to stop the nausea and vomiting. And you did, for like 2 days. What the heck?!?!?!?!? I can't live like this but it seems you aren't interested in helping me anymore. What happened? Was it something I said? I take whatever it is back. I'm sorry if I offended you. Please, PLEASE, pick up your end of the bargain again... ~Me and my stomach.

L.O.V.E.

I am in love with Zofran. It's my new best friend. As are the nurse at the call center and the doctor that keeps refilling it. I'm really REALLY sick without it. But that's a good thing. Yeah. Okay universe, still just throwing things out there but a heartbeat would just rock my world... Ya know. Early Christmas and all.