I think our house pretty much looks like every other house right now: Christmas tree up, lights outside, presents hidden in secret locations, mom throwing up in the bathroom . . . oh wait . . .
Well, I am 10 weeks tomorrow and showing and feeling ick. Actually, I'm feeling better and I think I owe it to a nice little prenatal vitamin that has something like 50 mg of B6 in it. Still feel icky but I'm not such intimate friends with the commode anymore. Thank goodness. I hate throwing up but it's even worse when you have one child on one side crying to be held and the other yelling at you that she wants to take a bath. We apparently have no concept of "sick" or "privacy" in this household.
But I'm starting final preparations for my entire family to descend on my house in a whirlwind of Christmas cheer and gag gifts. I think I'm done with my Christmas shopping -- always a nice feeling -- and it's raining! Merry Christmas to Dallas!
Please come Christmas!