well...

i hate to say it, but not much is going on. dh won't let me do anything but the dishes and put up clothes which means that the rest of the house that "he's taking care of" looks like crap. i think the funniest thing is my sense of smell...i really think i could qualify for superhero status. i'm sitting in our guest room and can smell the trash. all these stupid flowers that i normally love are choking me up...and what's with this i'm so hungry, i'm nauseous concept? yesterday i got up at 5 to pee and it was like hey, i'm hungry, no wait, i'm going to hurl...no wait hungry, no wait, hurl. i dunno. i need a hobby or it's going to be a long 9 months!