blech.

That's how I feel every day starting at about three pm. That means I am fine and dandy at work... and then feel like I've been hit by a truck once I have me time. I guess it's better than all day sickness! So far, I am queen of the bloat. All of my clothes fit (that's the good part of chubby, lol) but I can tell that they fit differently than before. I'm excited to be over 1/2 way to the magic 12th week. Barry is so cute, he now kisses me and tell me he loves me and then pats my belly and does the same to the kiddo. We still need to decide on what we are going to call this bambino. Our friend, M, calls the baby, "Spartacus", lol... I've been saying spawn! Anyway, so far, so good. I guess the nausea reminds me that something is happening in there!