Ok so we are definitely closer to being week 15 than week 14 (like 48 hours away), but whatevs. I am doing the best I can. I thought the second trimester was supposed to be cake. Apparently, it is, but I just throw up that cake. Fun fact, in the last 24 hours I have puked in an ash tray in the Safeway parking lot and all over our garage floor.
In related Allison news, Jack has had yet another round of the Kitty Runs so Chuck is literally up to his ears in cleaning puke and poop. He's relatively sure the baby will be less work than Jack and Me and I'm pretty sure he's right. We are a pair right now.
So, we've got the 14 week picture here and yes, I'm glowing.
No, I'm not. I threw up pancakes and french fries about 3 minutes after this picture was taken so enjoy that visual and you're welcome.
What's catching your eye most in that picture? The bump or the fact that my hair is in a ponytail? I know. It's the ponytail. First time my head has seen one of those things since late Winter of 'ought 8. Jury is out on what's going on with my hair so feel free to send suggestions. I have zero will to try and find a hairstyle.
And that's the game.
I'm calling it for tonight.
I really need to get this (nothing to do with) morning sickness over and done with ASAP. Not for health reasons, but because Breaking Dawn comes out Friday and over my dead body am I leaving that movie for the bathroom. I will puke in a popcorn tub before I miss my Edward.
Oh and here is Chuck at 14 weeks.
I'm not going to comment on his picture, his face in the picture or anything else. I will tell you that our weight is now separated by about 15 pounds. I'm on borrowed time, people. Borrowed time.