Milk Without Cookies

So today is the first day in about 8 weeks that I have felt normal. Morning sickness has been a cruel mistress, so cruel that I hardly knew what do do with myself today.

To celebrate I took my 19 month old son out to the park, and allowed him to play for as long as he wanted, instead of allowing him to play until I felt too nauseated or exhausted to carry-on in the sun.

We stopped at Starbucks, and I had an iced latte, while the smell of coffee a few weeks ago made my stomach turn.

During his nap, I did some light cleaning, called a friend, played on the computer, and read some of my Madeleine Albright autobiography--instead of passing out myself, praying he would sleep just a little longer.

And this is the big highlight of the day: for the first time in 2 months, I went grocery shopping, and I bought not only the things that I thought I could stand, but ingredients for actual meals. Then I came home, and made a special family meal for my husband, one that nearly brought him to tears (no kidding).

So this evening when Andrew called to say he was on his way home, I was tired, but today, it was from actually doing something, instead of from being tired and sick all day.

This may sound stupid, but really, the world feels brand new. I'm praying this feeling lasts.