I woke up this morning feeling great. I ran to the store, I had a mini emotional breakdown with Eric (that I later apologized for when I realized I was completely wrong), I ate with no reflux and my bowels worked the way they were supposed to.

So, of course, I was convinced I was having a miscarriage. How in God’s name could I suddenly be feeling so good after a week of feeling like hell. Yesterday I couldn’t move without ending up with the burning throat and taste of whatever I had just eaten re-entering my mouth. Yesterday, my stomach hurt the entire day. Yesterday the toilet and I were mortal enemies. There was something very, very wrong if I was feeling this good.

I tried to ignore the feeling well, I made a list of all the money we didn’t have and would have to spend for the first 6 weeks of the childs’ life, clothing and then gear, thanks to Babycenter. I looked for houses we couldn’t afford and hoped for my stomach to start grumbling at me. I ate salsa, just in the off chance it may force my stomach into angry volcano mode. To no avail. However, I now have a comprehensive 4 page list of everything we’ll need to get for the first 6 weeks of our child’s life, filled in with all the things we do have. I do realize a list of this magnitude makes me seem a little nuerotic, but you have to admire my attention to detail:

Onesies (4-7)
1. Plain white
2. ” ”
3. ” ”
4. White “Brand New”
5. Blue “Brand New” (May be too large, do not count)
5. Classic Pooh Yellow
6. Classic Pooh White
7.

I watched Halloween- normal and DVD on TV, and worried. I watched Dexter, and worried.  I was halfway through Nightmare on Elm Street when, mid-water swallow, I felt it coming on. I’ve never felt more crazy than that moment, when I bragged to Eric that my reflux was back and thanked the baby for letting me know it still existed. Then quickly wrote it down on a separate list titled: “Things to Ground Baby For.”