Children are hilarious

And even more hilarious are those expecting a baby brother or baby sister. My son thinks he can see the baby in my belly button, and likes to shout at the belly button as if it goes straight to the baby.

The other night he hugged my belly and said, "I love the baby... And I love my new underpants."

Return from involuntary hiatus

This blog has been on hiatus because I've spent the last two weeks in the bathroom throwing up.

It's difficult to imagine returning to a life where I have energy, focus, and a stable stomach. I'm impatiently waiting for the second trimester, as is my husband.

Never send a pregnant lady to the grocery store

I am nauseated, yet starving.

I did our weekly grocery store this evening, and I came home with a hundred dollars of... I don't know. Some of the staples of our diet -- like simple brown rice -- made me want to heave. Even bananas and sweet potatoes, my son's favorites, were too much to bear.

But as soon as I saw the Stauffers french bread pizza, the mint chocolate chop ice cream, the teriyaki sauce, I was like... IGOTTAHAVEITRIGHTNOW. I haven't shopped this way since college.

At the start of week 7, I feel like my whole abdomen is full of air bubbles.