According to the most recent ultrasound, the sea monkey has "knees and elbows, heels and toes" and is looking considerably less shrimp-like and more monkey-like. My energy level is improving - work no longer makes me pass out in the afternoons- but I still dry-heave and vomit during transitions (like walking out the door or leaving the bathroom). Which makes my teacher brain laugh because the "transition" is a four letter word-- its usually the time when even the best group of kids will become unhinged. Teachers spend a ridiculous amount of time and energy training their classes so the dreaded transition goes well. I wish I could do the same with my stomach.
"ok, stomach, lets walk slowly out the door, and this time keep your cookies down, otherwise, you are choosing to go to the principal's office--"
I have been tempted to tell the students about my condition and then I am reminded that they are mostly incapable of seeing me as a human being as well as offering any sympathy. So I may as well not waste my breath until I am showing.