I was so sick for the first five weeks of this baby's life. So gross.  Keegan cannot let go of the fact that I threw up in the Caribou parking lot one Sunday after getting donuts and coffee.  "Momma! I just want to eat my donut!"
"Here it is.  Go ahead," as Will handed him his donut. "Your mom just needs to throw up a little more."
 Now whenever we drive that way he asks,  "Is your throw up still there?"
"I am sure by now the rain has washed it away."
I feel awful that his first memories of his brother or sister are going to be attached to my upchucking.  Maybe he was just worried he wouldn't get his donut. I don't know.

In any case, I am very proud of myself because I got really good at pulling over and puking out the side of the car.  I even stocked the car with wipes, water and mints. I mean I really had a system.  For awhile I even kept a small plastic bowl in the car, just in case I was stuck in traffic.  Clever girl!

But really, getting used to this pregnancy has been easy and peaceful, and I am not sure exactly why except that we keep using the phrase "meant to be."
Yes, I think if a baby can be made with a .04 percent chance I would say that accepting that baby is a lot easier. Some things are out of our hands, and clearly this was one of those times. What do you do?  Be thankful is what I say.

I am taking each day as it comes, and not letting a whole lot bother me. I may be saving up reserves for after the baby when I will be completely out of whack and EVERYTHING will bother me, but in any case, I feel pretty good.  It's even been easy to give up wine, which is SHOCKING. I barely miss it, so God must be really making sure I have a good last hurrah! here.

Ok. I need a nap.  Keegan is "resting" downstairs and it's only a matter of time before I hear his little footsteps and he's poking me in the nose. "Mom. Momma. Is it time to stop resting?"
I need to take advantage of the quiet.

Here is me a few weeks ago.  I am going to take a picture a month, to document how fat I'm getting. No, I mean to document how my tummy is coming along.  See?  I told you I am peaceful about all this.  Weight shmeight.
(I am not fooling you. You know it drives me nuts.)
Okay nap, NOW.