So I'm in my eigth week. My little peanut is in between the size of a blueberry and a rasberry. I had pretty bad morning sickness these past week or so. Right at 6 weeks, it hit hard. I got Sea Bands and have worn them non-stop for the whole week. I am trying not to wear them today. I want to see if it's still bad or if it's tapered off. So far so good. But I can feel myself needing to get something else to eat.
I have my first ultrasound on Friday. I'm really really hoping everything is ok. I'm just so nervous.
My father has been doing worse. I was up to see him this past weekend and he's jaundiced. Which is one of the first signs of the end. His liver is really failing now. I wonder if he's going to make it through Christmas sometimes.
My sister called my last night and told me a restaurant in our home town is going to do a benefit day for Dad. They heard how Mom was stressing out about Medical bills and all. They said they'll donate 15% of the proceeds from one day to my Mom and Dad to help with the bills. I was floored. My sis was supposed to tell Mom last night, I haven't talked to them since then, so I'm wondering how Mom took it.