My bump...my bump my bump my bump

My Icee machine arrived!  But NO SYRUP.  So I just made crushed ice with a Coke. 
My baby bump is officially noticeable.  I'll post a pic soon - but the comments are pretty hilarious.  Just once, I want someone to say "wow - you just look awesome"  instead of:
1.  "Hey momma - look at that tummy"
2.  "Wow   - you popped over the weekend"
3.  "How could you have grown this much since last week?"
4.  My favorite:  "Girlfriend, your tummy is growin' - and so is your butt.  But for black people, that's good - we like a round behind." (I started crying after this one - and yes, someone really said this to me).

Gifts, Dawgs, and Icees

I knew this blog would be too much for me to keep up with.  So here's a summary of everything:
I did a great job last week with the no ralphing.  I say "last week" b/c this morning I had a bad case of the dry heaves, not sure why.  The Phenergan at night is a lifesaver, but it's hard to keep down about a 1/2 hour after swallowing the pill.

One of my favorite clients gave me such a cutie gift.  I was hoping it would help our Dawgs win over the Hogs, but alas, not even adorable baby clothes could pull them through that horrid loss on Saturday.  Such a bummer. 

I'm addicted to Icee's  - or as my Yankee husband calls them - slushies.  I had one from Target today - the closest place I could find.  But not close enough.  So I ordered a home Icee maker from Amazon.  I'm SO SO psyched about this gifty to myself.  Can't wait for it to arrive - I'll take some pics of the first Coke Icee.

I bought a body pillow from BBB.  This thing is like a freakin' human body - it's so long and heavy.  I woke up last night yelling at Bret to move over.  Then I realized it was the new pillow and I snuggled closer.  Ahhh...good night's sleep.

We had our 13 week ultrasound and everything looked great.  Joe is putting me on Nexium to try and quell this acid reflux.  As my husband would say "that reflux is a wicked pissah."  But I think he's really making fun of himself.

One of the pics is of the Rice Krispie treats I made today.  WHO DOES THIS?  What normal person makes a 9X13 pan of treats and then eats HALF of them in an hour.  Such gooey goodness.  Can't wait for the gestational diabetes test.  Think I know how that one's gonna come out.

The last pic I threw in is of Winslow Homer.  Just b/c I think he's 95lbs of adorable.

Could it be?

Sunday night was putrid.  It started at 11:30pm with a bit of vomiting and went full-blown through the night till 5am.  I was zombified on Monday - had to cancel a few clients just so I could try and sleep.  On advice from my awesome clients, I finally took 1/2 a Phenergan last night and slept like a child.  10 hours!  I feel so much better today and want to eat everything in sight.  Could this be the turning point?  The magical morning where I wake up and there's no barfing in the kitchen sink?  Bret is praying that it is. 

Speaking of Bret Bell - he had his twin (huge cyst) removed from his back yesterday.  Now he has packing in the cyst space.  I couldn't even think about it this morning as he changed the dressing - makes for an extreme barf-fest.  He thought it was funny.

A Laboring Day

Weight: 117
Exercise:  30 minutes stationary bike/ 15 minutes MVE legs
Food:
Usual breakfast
8:30am:  2 waffles
10:30am:  1/4 cup spaghetti
12pm:  Lean Cuisine Lasagna
2pm: Trail mix bar
3pm:  nectarine
5pm:  red apple
7pm:  Tortellini (1/2 cup) with carrots and zuchinni
7:30pm:  chocolate ice cream 1/2 cup

Labor Day weekend was a ton of fun.  Spent it up at the Lake - saw the entire fam and everyone was in good spirits.  Love my client who went to Charlotte and brought me SIX boxes of Trader Joe soy dogs.  I could only take 4 home b/c my freezer is full of......waffles.  Weight feels great - trying to incorporate more fruits into the diet.  Veggies are still my nemesis.  Bret is in ATL this week, so Winslow Homer and I will be hunkering down and working our tails off.  I'm still feeling bleck - started on Pepcid this morning, but the reflux is torture.  I think I freaked out the bunko group last night with my extreme belching.  I tried to keep my mouth closed, but the wretched sounds were unmistakable.  I'm a gas factory - at least it's going up....and not down.