The husband has been unexpectedly called away back to his home province of Newfoundland. His amazing Nan passed away at the young age of 99. Six months shy of the big 100. She was one special person and as my father put it, only the best make it to 99. It's a sad time and sadly I couldn't make the trip to join them due to the hematoma. But my thoughts are there and I wish I could be there with all my heart.

He was a little worried leaving me home, but was great in remembering to leave glasses of water all over the house to calm my nausea. We're finished week 11 and moving on to week 12 and the nausea continues. And for some reason, it feels like it is getting worse. It's happening morning, noon and night. I'm waiting for that opening in the clouds that takes the sickness away. On the flip side being sick is a sign that I'm still pregnant and after spending the weekend in the ER and having a few challenging days these past weeks, I'm thankful nonetheless that the baby seems fine.

But today my thoughts aren't with nausea (even though I've barfed twice), they are with my husband and his family as they honour the memory of a beautiful woman who will continue to be loved by many and missed forever.