This week has been the longest week.. and yes it's only Monday.

I really REALLY hope I'm not alone in this but the "morning" sickness has beaten me down. It started last week, slowly building Day by day, until yesterday I almost broke the vomit seal. Today has been either laying in bed or sitting on the bathroom floor, losing feeling in my feet, while wave after wave hit me.

Now maybe this would get better if I just puked. But for reference, I'm the type that if I get food poisoning I'm not one or two and done. I'm "hey better make camp on the bathroom floor for 12 hours because I'm going to vomit every 30 minutes".

Basically I trust nothing having to do with my stomach.

It laughs at your ginger, scoffs at your crackers. Soup was good yesterday? THINK AGAIN.

This is mostly just my need to rant... and a very cold realization that unless I can get a handle on this... I will not do this again. I always hear "oh after the baby comes you forget all the bad stuff!"

Friends, when it comes to my stomach, my mind is a steel trap. I've had issues with it all my life.

The North Remembers.

And there will be only one heir to Winterfell.

...that got a little weird I'm sorry, I'm so tired guys.