successfully unsuccessful

Well, despite my best efforts, I've been sicker than a dog these past couple of weeks! My days so far have been like so: drag my tired booty out of bed, nearly fall face first on keyboard at work, come home and lay down on the couch wishing the waves of nausea would just go away, fall asleep on couch, move up to the bed where, again, I start wishing for the waves of nausea to calm!

On October 12 or 13, I got a call from the doctor's office telling me they had good news: I'm pregnant (uh, hullo. I think we knew that already) and that they believed I was 5 weeks and 6 days along on October 11. That means, today we're officially 8 whopping weeks on!

I've been aching to run but, by the end of the day, I feel so awful it's hard to find the motivation to don the running clothes and get out there.

Tom and I did plot out a 2-3 mile course around the 'hood which we've now run twice. My running pace has definitely slowed...and my breathing is definitely more labored, but running still feels pretty good at the end of it all and I'd really like to keep up with 3-4 mile runs 3 times a week. So far, keeping to this schedule has been very tough, but maybe once the nausea lets up I'll be able to stick to it.