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Saturday 10 July 2010

Today is a good day!!

Oh wait...have I just jinxed it?

Yesterday I threw up for the first time and had my first dry heaves - about five in total. But today, is a (relatively) blissful day. I am still ill mind but it just isn't as severe. Part of me is wishing I am further along than I actually thought and that the all-day sickness is going for good, but to be honest, I can't do anything but live moment to moment. Which is a lesson I'm learning as someone who is wont to planning every facet of her life.

Hard lesson. Valuable too, I hope.

Mango Head told his mother when she was in traffic in Lagos on her way to the market. She tried so hard not to scream in the bus but she called later. "You know, eh, whenever I remember it, I just start praying 'Father I thank you, I thank you lord, glory be to your name.' So take care of my triplets very well o! You hear?!"

TRIPLETS?!!!


Saturday 3 July 2010

Green around the gills

The morning sickness is killing me.

I'm still not sure why it's called that since mine frankly, seems to last all day, but either way, it's killing me. The worst thing is, if I delay a meal, or if my stomach is anything less than full, full? It gets a lot worse. I have to stuff my face with everything I can find.

For the past week, this has been healthy food, as per usual. Salads, grilled chicken, fruits, fruit smoothies, and wholemeal pasta. But in the last two days, I have had chips which I never usually do. And right now at 11.40pm London time, I just cooked and ate some Indomie onion flavour noodles. I feel no shame. Anything is worse than feeling this sick.

And then there's the burping. If I had a pound for every burp, I'd be able to pay for this kid's Master's degree to Cambridge. Or Harvard. Or whichever university makes it to the top of the league table in 20 odd years.

But anyway, here I am at 12 minutes past midnight, burping away and watching Season three of How I Met Your Mother, while Mango Head snores in the bedroom, oblivious to anything. To give him credit, he has been going mad trying to find the perfect anti-nausea ginger beer with the right amount of ginger and fewer bubbles. Does it even exist?