We're still throwing up around these parts. No second trimester honeymoon around here.
What we do have is a baby bump so noticeable that I finally had to admit that the shorts I've been holding up with a rubber band these past few weeks of summer have reached their breaking point. It's maternity-wear time! Or at least it would have been, had the Old Navy I went to specifically for the purposes of purchasing such wear actually been the kind of Old Navy that carries it.
Sadly it was not, and so I ended up with one stretchy skirt, one really big tank top and a dehydration headache.
But my sister did buy the baby the most adorable little fiesta romper you EVER did see (which we will return should this baby end up being a boy...)
In other news, when my Zofran is working well enough to keep me from barfing, I have been craving chocolate pudding and Cheetos. Not necessarily together, but in very close proximity, and that's fun.