Let the Yakking Begin

Yes, it's good news, I suppose. Although in all honesty, I have only yakked once: Saturday night after a very big dinner in celebration of my old(er) hag birthday. It caught me completely by surprise--I was starting to wash my face and I thought "I'm going to....." and then I did. Since then, there has been no yakking but a lot of burping, indigestion and nausea. Yippee!!

I do hope it's a good sign, but Dave and I still have a "wait and see" attitude until we get past 12 weeks. The ultrasound on Thursday will be somewhat reassuring, but I've scared myself enough on the Internets to know I should stay off the f*ing internets.

That should be easier for the next few days. I'm in Atlanta for a conferene and am getting ready to leave Right Now to start a marathon day of sessions.

So ta-ta and let's hope for good conferencing and good gestating. And little yakking in public.