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I thought I was rounding the bend on this whole morning sickness thing. Had two really good days in a row, then the next wasn't too bad til about 3pm when all hell broke loose. Now for the last 24 hours I could've sworn I was back in week 7 and 8. What the FRENCH toast! Tomorrow I have to go to work, so hopefully I will make it. I have only missed two days of work so far and would like to keep it that way.

No more scanning Pukie :-( At least til we find out what Pukie is. That will be May 2nd. S/he is getting too big that I am afraid I might see something (or nothing) without Mike there. I wouldn't want to find out without him. Still haven't decided whether or not to find out together and then tell the family or have everyone (including us) all find out together. We got time.