Lately

We are excited.

Super, over-the-moon excited.

We found out on the first day of November.

Michael had been claiming it to be true for a while before that.

I had been getting sick for a few days.

The tests were all negative, so I thought I was fighting a virus.

Nope, not a virus.

Michael was right.

This is my spot.

My couch spot. 

Because I am still getting sick.

I thought I had morning sickness with Eva.

Boy, was I was a whiney baby then.

I have "tossed my cookies" more times in one day this time than the entire last pregnancy.

I still smile about it...

hormones high enough to make me this sick are good things.

Well, I smile most of the time.

I did start crying in Chipotle's parking lot last night.

Being hungry and not wanting to eat is a horrible feeling.

We are making it.  Eva is a trooper.

She has watched a little more TV than normal, but hasn't complained about it.

Our little one is due in July.

July 4th by my dates and July 13th by measurements.

Eva measured a week smaller than we thought in her first ultrasound.

Later, they put her closer to our first due date.

Dates don't matter much anyway.

Eva thinks that everyone has a baby in their belly.

It cracks me up.

Especially when she goes looking for grampa's baby.

It has giving him a complex...

he says he needs to loose a few pounds now.

So, lately things have been a little slower.

Except when I have been running to the bathroom.

I have been napping a lot.

Going to bed early.

I am hoping this nausea turns the corner soon.

The doctor gave me a lecture and is expecting the scales to go the other way next time.

Me too.

But things couldn't be more awesome.