Week 10-11. Things are going along just fine, I'm feeling more energized and less like I want to nap every spare moment of the day. The other night around 10pm, I was hungry, hadn't had dinner and phone my hubby and asked him to pick me up a baked potato with broccoli and sour cream. He obliged (he's so great, that guy). I scarfed it down in record time and within minutes was groaning on the bed, then on the bathroom floor then in the toilet. Yep, my first (and hopefully only) episode of upchuck-age. Needless to say, I'm off baked potatoes for a little while.
In other news, we've started sharing the news with family and friends. At a Christmas party last night, we spilled beans to my coworkers who were thrilled. Suddenly they were rushing toward me with hugs and kisses, and those not-so-welcome belly pats. Any suggestions on averting those? Im thinking of having a tshirt on Etsy made that says: "Despite my outward appearances, I am not a petting zoo." or "Baby baking in progress, do not disturb."
Onward we march to trimester 2!
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