After puking for two weeks- starting with every couple of days or so then moving to daily, a possible breakthrough has been reached in the m/s department. Discovered accidentally Friday morning, the practice was deliberately used for Friday night and the results were indeed reproduced. Hmmm... It's definitely counterintuitive, but not eating (or drinking!) anything at night seems to calm the tummy down for the morning so I can get a halfway-decent breakfast down. My guess is that the digestion, already slowed down enough by hormones, slows down even more (naturally) while I sleep. Anymore explanation of this theory would not only be too technical, it would be TMI. Trust me. So far only
Cravings, so far:
Pickles
Ice Cream (trite, I know but they're soooooo good!)
Tomatoes
Salsa (Pace or restaraunt)
Guacamole (briefly)
Ramen Noodles (thank goodness they make a low-sodium version of this stuff! mmmmmmm...)
Pasta
Macaroni and Cheese
Potatoes (Baked, mashed or fried)
Dinner tonight? Lord only knows. And it's getting late! argh.
I still can't get over that we actually heard the heartbeat Thursday. That. Totally. Rocked. Oh, and did I mention that little Snowflake nearly quadrupled her/his size? WOOT!