Green Olive

That's my baby: A green olive.

On December 2, I took a ridiculously early pregnancy test and was shocked to see the faintest of all faint positives. Paul wasn't even sure he could see a line, and I spent the rest of the day in "pregnant or not" limbo.

The next morning returned a darker positive, the third morning, a definite positive, and the following day, a digital readout of "Pregnant" on a digital test.

So today I am officially nine weeks knocked up. It's the first morning in about five weeks I haven't woken up wanting to vomit, which is a plus, and I was finally able to stomach the delectable smell of Chef-Boy-R-Dee, which I love with all my heart.

It's a short post today, but I promise (maybe) to be better about posting, now that I actually have soemthing to post about.

OIh, heavens. I just became that woman who thinks she has nothing interesting to say unless it pertains to motherhood.

Saints preserve us.