Two months already. Wow!
My apologies for being a rude guest and not giving anyone anything to read but I have an excuse: we both had the flu. Ughh… morning sickness ON TOP OF the flu. Or the other way around, you choose.
Sunday I laid on the couch all day, trying to keep popsicles down; it didn’t work to well. Marc was sick as well although he was in better shape then I was. Probably due to Itty Bitty in me. Well at least I am starting to feel like myself now. I am tired as hell but surviving.
Itty Bitty is the size of a raspberry now, full with arms (2), hands (2) and fingers (10). Itty Bitty should be starting a good exercise routine and moving around… lord only knows the mother needs to start up again.
Oh, and I already have a bump. Not to be confused with a “baby bump” but rather a “I’M STARVING! FEED ME!” bump. Alas, the weight is coming. I guess it’s unavoidable and probably something I shouldn’t worry about but I do still. Marc calls me his little buddy now cause we can go eat where ever and I don’t sit there sipping on water and eating a kids meal. Kids meal? Pa-lease… I will take the Super-Sized, El Grande, Macho Man, fill that plate FULL meal. And when people look at me, eyeing my little love handles that are creeping over my pants and through my shirt, I pat my belly and give them the “I’m Pregnant” look. Now who’s the guilty one! he-he