Two Plus One Plus One
If you read my husband’s blog, you will have already heard the news. For those of you who do not, we have a bit of news:
Yeah. Exclamation points. That’s about the only way to describe how I felt when I found out. On the one hand, I kind of expected it but, on the other hand, OH! EM! GEE! we’re going to have two kids. Holy crap.
Today marks nine weeks and that means that I currently feel like a giant turd.
Currently Craving: Mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, tomato soup. Also, chocolate cake. Warm and delicious, fresh out of the oven chocolate cake. Alas, I feel to crappy to bake anything for myself.
Currently Avoiding: Garlic. Wow. The smell of garlic is the most horrible thing on the planet. Also, most vegetables.
Other than my all-day-everyday nausea – with bonus vomiting of nothing but bile! – I’m also exhausted and feel like the worst wife and mother on the planet. I remind myself, however, that this will pass. Maybe soon. I hope.
*Sorry, no belly shot. See: feel like a giant turd. Also, I look pretty much the same except for a bit of a bloat-related pooch. I am all kinds of sexy right now, believe me.