Indignity

On the bright side, it definitely wasn't just hormones.  It really was an indignity.

Know Your Trashcan

To be fair, I haven't had to utilize any of these yet.  I've always had access to a toilet, a sick bag, or a bush (or... my research partner's car.  Hope that didn't stain, Jenn).  But as the Boy Scouts say: "Be Prepared."

Fat

A sentiment initially expressed by my mom but adopted by me ever since I started busting zippers on my  medium-rise jeans.

Dive! Dive! Dive!

Just six or seven more weeks and we get our next sonar to see if we're having a boy or girl!

Wellington

Sorry for the long wait between posts.  Hopefully this will explain where much of our time has gone:

Meet Welly:

Short for Wellington, as in "Duke of," of course.  Will's been reading war novels.

Welly found us two Sundays ago.  No one in our neighborhood has recognized or claimed Welly.  Welly hasn't tried to leave our backyard since crawling under our fence.

Welly visits the vet tomorrow to get some shots and probably a collar.

I know all about the "life is what happens while you're making plans" bit, but this is getting a little ridiculous.

But really, we love Welly.  And I think it's important to grow up with a childhood pet, so maybe this is good timing after all.

In other news, I have just entered the second trimester, and the nausea has died down.  We had another checkup yesterday and got to hear the baby's heartbeat!

Contraption

After Will described this idea to me on Skype, he paused and said... "is this going to turn into a comic?"