I feel very blah. I have been barfing my guts out and I only look forward to talking my Baby. I really hate being hot. Yesterday I was in the hospital three times and these doctors just keep giving me more medicine. I really wish he were here insted of MO. But we cannot always get what we want and so the times I do get to talk to him I am happy. And the picture I have of him helps because I beleive I am falling in love with him. I feel like shit and the room is still spinning like it was last night. Err... I am going to lay back down again....or maybe go back to the hospital even though I just got out.
Muah,
JC
