Who thought up this pregnancy thing anyway?

I'm entering the third trimester.  So far, it's been a doozy.  I'm fully aware that on the continuum of difficulties, I've had a pretty easy time so far.  No vomiting, some discomfort though no pain, frequent sonograms, exhaustion, and heart burn that'll wake me up at night.  BUT the baby has all the right bits in all the right places, and is progressing (asymmetrically, but still progressing).  I've also managed not to gain a million pounds, so that's good.   I'm proud of the little belly, and even the waddle I now have.

And then this new round of not-awesomeness.  Andrew and I didn't go anywhere this weekend because a person might think I had food poisoning, except it wasn't food poisoning.  I ate nothing but toast and sports drinks.  It was miserable.

I've been proud to say I haven't thrown up this whole time.  I've been close many times, especially when brushing teeth.  I followed the advice of my very young nephew, Yoda: "If you feel throw up in your throat, just choke it down."  Worked like a charm for 6 months. This morning, though,... ugh.

Maybe I should just use mouth wash for the next three months.

I don't have a picture of my belly, but here's a pic of Baby X from a sonogram in May (did I mention I've had five sessions?  I don't know what it's like to go to the midwife without getting one done.)  If you'll notice, he's thumbing his nose at the world.  That's my boy!