Couple more pics and some words, too

Mommy and me, at lunch (nevermind the silly look on Tracy's face)








Daddy and me, at lunch









So, upon further reflection, I don't think a post about how sick I was for seven days would be entertaining. We'll just say this: I started feeling as though I wanted to die about seven hours after the wedding (Friday) and only began to feel human again the following Friday (almost exactly a week later). I don't think it could have been food poisoning for that amount of time and I think it might have been bacterial, but we'll never know because I just kept thinking it would get better so I didn't go to the doctor. Plus, Mick is still living up in Oceanside in his condo until it's cleaned out into storage, so who would have taken me anyway? You know what's really lovely, though? I'm still having to watch what I eat because the terrible pain will return if I eat too much or eat the wrong thing. As I just said to Tracy on IM, perhaps this is God's way of telling me that He's tired of me trying to eat properly on my time table? I'm retaining water terribly, too, so I've managed to gain back all 15 pounds that I'd lost through the really sick period of this whole extravaganza and now I've had to buy new clothes for a conference this weekend because I can't wear anything that binds across my tummy. (And, with the water retention and, um, gas, everything binds across my tummy.)

Any wonder Mick's not in any rush to move in with me?