I’m eating little mini Oreos this morning because Sputnik apparently likes them. I usually don’t, or I at least scrape out the cream filling for disposal. If I gain 80 pounds, it’s all Sputnik’s fault.
I had a quick little checkup yesterday and everything’s peachy. Slowly but surely I think the nausea horribilus is ebbing — I went all the way from Monday to yesterday afternoon without taking a Pill of Awesome. Twelve pills left.
Looking forward to January and the beginning of the boring second trimester. I like the part where I’m hungry and can stomach water again.