Today I got all dressed up cute and came to work. 23 minutes into the day i answered a phone call when I suddenly got the overwhelming urge to vomit. I quickly put the lady on hold and ran to the bathroom barely making it before vommiting up the breakfast I had just injested 4 minutes prior. But, apparantly 27 years of vommiting doesn’t train you not to puke all over your cute pants. Hell, with that kind of aim I might as well have been drunk huh?
I had to change and take some nausea medication. And, of course since I have been watching I didn’t know I was pregnant, I am convinced this is morning sickness and I am fully expecting to go into an unknown labor any second now. I’ll keep you all updated on the status of my phantom pregnancy.
PS. When I went off the Zoloft it kicked my vertigo back into high gear. So now I’m nauseous, I have blurred vision, I sort of feel like I’m on a tilt a wheel AND my neck still hurts.
I don’t know about you but I surely think this deserves at least one piece of Marie Calanders chocolate cream pie right?
PPS. Yes my tubes are tied, no I can’t possibly really be pregnant I know I know, but dude…this show IT FUCKS WITH YOUR HEAD MAN, there have been a few times I started wondering if maybe Rob was pregnant too.