Ok, so by week 7 my boobs are supposed to be getting bigger, the baby is almost 1/2 an inch, and food is an abomination. Check, check, and check. I like the boobs part, but this nausea has got to go. I went to the store last week and only came home with goldfish, crackers, pretzels, and sour straws candy. Today the trip went better. Lots of food (m&m cookies, cheetos puffs, pineapple, more goldfish, etc) but nothing to make actual meals. Uh, meat - ewwww! Sorry, Andy, you're on your own!
Tomorrow is our first ultrasound. Yay! I am so excited to see the little guy/girl/shrimp-like being. Too bad we can't tell what sex it is just yet. I may be a little ahead of myself but I'm already planning princess murals, names and colors for the nursery! Maybe I should at least get through tomorrow...
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