No Pictures Please!!

14 Weeks

So...Jason's mom had this grand idea that we should all go and get portraits done for the Christmas cards and then she planned it and scheduled it without even asking if I wanted my chubby pregnant self on a Christmas card to all of their friends and family (I DIDN'T by the way). So we went on Wednesday and it was quick and painless after a couple of mini meltdown's at home. Jason stayed right next to me for all of them, even when I was in a hand to hand combat with my bangs. I think he was afraid that if he left me alone I might do something rash. And I may have. But, like I said, the process went smoothly. The pics did not turn out well, or maybe they did under the circumstances. I am in no way happy with the way I look right now however, and after the baby comes, I fully intend to go back to a streaked-blonde 20-something and lose this horrid weight I have spent the last year accumulating.

As far as being pregnant, the nausea is slowly but surely subsiding day by day. Just keep the garlic away from me. And anything else that smells funky. Like the hallways in my apartment building. Ugh.

I feel like I maybe sometimes can feel the fluttering in my tummy that is the babies early movements, but can feel a little like gas bubbles. On second thought, maybe it IS gas bubbles. How are you supposed to be able to tell? I am really really starting to look forward to feeling the baby kick and move. Also, we should be able to find out the sex of the baby next month. Joy! I still want a girl, but I almost want a boy just because I think Jason may be happier if it is a boy. I mostly just don't want to be so set on one or the other that I am dissappointed when I find out. And even more so, I don't want Jason to be dissappointed.