Morning Sickness Redux: or No, You Can't Have a New Little Sister Because We Still Haven't Found Out What You Did With the Last One

I have come to the conclusion that my new diabetes medication is ground up pregnancy in pill form. No, seriously, all the symptoms are the same: morning nausea, sudden waves of total exhaustion, loss of appetite, and...did all my bras shrink at once?

Guess I could go metaphorical here and compare birthing a child to birthing a novel, but then we'd all be ill.

The only thing I am even going to try and do today is re-read the synopsis I wrote yesterday and attempt to eat enough to keep me conscious so I can drive to work. And that feels like a major accomplishment considering that just the idea of walking to the refrigerator and LOOKING at food makes me want to barf.

So I don't write anything on paper today, big deal: the head is still full of story. And I have two days off starting tomorrow to write myself silly -- if I can figure out how to duct tape the laptop to the toilet...

ADDENDUM

Okay, so I finish this and decide to Google to see if there actually IS a toilet/computer combo and one of the links that came up was for a Toilet Lock which intrigued me so I opened the window and it popped up a Target ad for breast pumps! HAHAHAAAAAAAAA...urp...excuse me, gotta run...