I lost the first battle with morning sickness today. Ugh.
I made the mistake of forgetting to rinse out my milk container yesterday after I ate my cereal at work; as soon as I opened it this morning, my stomach did flip-flops.
I rushed into the bathroom, where my husband was shaving, and fought with my stomach over whether or not to hurl.
(Who knew that bile was so bright yellow?)
I may leave work early today to try and clean before the family meeting tomorrow, but I might not be able to get out of here. I might cry sick, but we’ll see.
Today marks the start of my eighth “official” week of pregnancy.
We told Mary Jo & Mike (my husband’s sister and her husband) on Sunday night at dinner. She guessed almost as soon as I walked in the house; she told them “don’t give her any wine, I know she’s pregnant!” We laughed it off, and then at dinner, after we said Grace, Mike offered a toast, then my husband did.
“To family, to friends… to cousins-to-be!”
Mary jumped up and down and said, “I knew it! I knew it! Take that wine away from her!” We both got a little teary, I’ve been quite emotional lately.
I’ve been poking around on baby sites and cannot believe how expensive it is for decent furniture! And all of the little gadgets that you “simply must have” for a kid. Come on, I had hand-me-down clothes from cousins and cloth diapers to play with when I was a baby, and I turned out fine. Kids don’t need all of the crap that is being marketed to new parents, I’m betting money on that.