Its been awhile since I’ve wrote anything and for those who are reading this I am very sorry.

I was talking to my dad the other day and he was thinking of writing a blog (which I think he should he’s a brilliant writer) but he couldn’t decided who his audience was. If it would be public, for the family, like a diary or so on. Which left me thinking…who am I writing for? And I have come to the conclusion. No one. I don’t write like it’s a diary because that would be far too personal, I think I just write for whoever wants to read. Be it family, future grandchildren or monkeys from space. I just write because it calms me.

Part of the reason I haven’t wrote much of anything lately is because well…there didn’t seem to be much to write about other then

“Today I threw up everything I ever ate in my lifetime!”

 Which is depressing and not very fun to read.

However now that morning sickness is starting to fade there is a little bit more to write about J …little by little I can eat again. Which if any of you know me, you know how much I love food and what a happy occasion eating is right now.  My biggest joy? Meat.  Yep the bulk of the first trimester anything meat related would send me rushing for the porcelain throne. Smell, touch, even seeing it…it was bad. Also veggies became a huge no-no. needless to say food like pasta and pancakes became very important to me.

The baby takes after its dad. I tried to feed it healthy things and it rejected it and demanded potato chips and Shockers. I fear for the future…

Along with the food issues have been the crazy emotional roller coaster. My poor angel of a husband would sit in confusion as I sobbed helplessly over an episode of “Friends”

But I keep being told it’s worth it and funny enough I believe it. Seeing and hearing that little munchkins heart beating would be enough for anyone. Let me tell you…it really is amazing.

I’m afraid I have no pictures of “here look at my belly!” Cause I’m not really showing and my outfit tends to consist of sweats, a t-shirt and a roughly done braid. Which don’t really scream “I’m a model!”  I sit back and look at these pregnant women who dress to the nine constantly and go “how do you do it?”

And for the pregnant women what else do we have? Drum roll please…Couches!!!!! Or a couch and a recliner. We got em for a steal and let me tell you its much nicer to lay on those then on the floor. They are lovely! They are all squishy and wonderful. And I’m pretty much in love with them. I have no pictures on this one sorry :/ but mostly I just wanted to get caught up there should be more this Friday :)