Week Nine, Day Three, and I sort of kinda think I am starting to settle into this whole idea that I am pregnant.
It's official- I am nauseous Monday through Wednesday, and then I am fine over the weekend. I have no idea why- and yes it sounds totally irrational to say that my nauseousness is on a schedule, but the start of the week SUCKS.
Baby Jaws is officially over an inch- the size of a Grape, but weighs a quarter of an ounce. Still so tiny.
Nothing really to report this week, but honestly, Bay to Breakers (the biggest drunk fest all year in San Francisco) was surprisingly really fun sober.
I am also having some crazy ass dreams- like my Mom and I are pregnant at the same time? I woke up in a panic after that one. And did you know that your nipples get bigger too? I had no idea.
Also, I guess I should let you all know that Mr. Spice and I are thinking Boy. Just a silly hunch.
We'll find out for sure on my birthday!! Isn't that awesome pants? Best birthday present EVER.
This is a picture of us at Bay to Breakers. You probably can't tell, but with some other folks, we were legos: