33

Uuuggghhh!!! 33. That's what I'm up to now. No, it's not my age. Yet. It's how many times I've thrown up to date since the beginning of my pregnancy. Bet you wanted to hear that much detail! Bet you also can't believe I've counted. And it's all the cat's fault. I was doing fine. Eating my bagel. Just finished feeding Maddie. Then she gets a weird look on her face. She barfed on the kitchen floor. Ewww! It's huge and warm as I clean it up. No biggie. Still eating my bagel and then Maddie gets that look in her eyes again. She starts making that gross barfing noise that I know all too well. And I just lost it. Right in the kitchen sink. Although, I must admit, that is my favorite place to do that, if I had to choose. Waist level. Garbage disposal. Nothing splashing back at me. It's rather ideal. Back to the point... now I'm at 33. You'd think my body would get used to these hormones considering I'm in my 2nd trimester. Oh well. Let's hope that's the end of my counting.

On to better and brighter things. I've been researching baby cribs and furniture. That's been fun. Looks expensive. But still fun. I picked out crib bedding for both a girl and boy. More updates on those things when I make final decisions.


I'm 18 weeks now, in case anyone besides me is counting.

We are getting super excited to find out the sex of our baby! Bobby says he's getting more excited every day. Just over a week until our ultrasound to find out. No, I don't have any idea. I'm not leaning either way. They say mothers can usually tell. What does that say!? Maybe it's because I truly have no preference. I'm happy with either one.