How to Grow (and Raise) an Alien...or Two

The doctor did not have a miracle cure. Her cure was, "you need to go to the hospital". I spent about 6 hours at the hospital receiving fluids and anti-nausea medications. The attending doctor wanted to admit me, but one of the residents overruled him (how often does that happen?). However, the resident did say that if this keeps happening over the next two weeks, they will admit me with some special kind of IV. Sounds like great fun. I'm now taking the anti-nausea medicine that all of the others bow to (this means that it's expensive, but most likely the best). If it doesn't work, I really don't know what I'll do.

My neighbor did an ultrasound for me on Saturday just so I could see the baby and have some peace of mind. The baby is doing exactly what it should be doing and is exactly the right size and everything. It's like the little thing doesn't have a clue what's going on. Oh to be that oblivious...