1 + 1 = Trouble

Okay. I admit it. I am PANICKED! What am I doing having another child? I can't even keep up with the laundry of one. Here I am, 24 hour/day nausea. Can't work, can't watch tv, can't eat anything other than bread and (strangely enough) Taco Bell bean burritos. And having typical first trimester "I want to throw myself under a train" blues. On top of it all, Ben has decided it is a good time to act like a two year-old. AH! What's a girl to do when she can't even have a cocktail or read a book or even watch a mind-numbing episode of 'Law and Order'?