The Baby Journals. Week 5.

Ok soooo...not so much new news. I am still pregnant. I am still grumpy. I still can't decide if it's better to throw up on an empty stomach or a full one. I have begun rating things in the order of what I'd rather throw up. Weight Watchers Toffee ice cream bar things are at the end of the list. Worst thing EVER to vomit.

Walker may have possible come to grips with mommy spending time in the bathroom. He no longer jumps on me and gets all excited. Now he just comes in and sits on the carpet. I think he likes to know I'm ok. If I close the door he'll scratch at it and then lick me all over when I come out to make sure I'm alive.

The smell of cleaning products or air freshener isn't my friend. The problem is that the apt below us smokes like 2 giant chimneys so it's air freshener or smoke.

I gave in and bought Bella Bands so that I can now officially wear my pants in public without buttoning them...fun huh? I am not really showing per se. I just look chubby. My MIL wants belly pictures...I'm boycotting.

I don't know if my husband is excited or not about the face that I've been feeding him crap in various manifestations since morning sickness arrived. He's eaten box mac and cheese, chicken patties, hot dogs, and a large number of lean pockets. He doesn't seem too upset but I think he should be. I mean I AM a good cook. lol.

That's all I got. I have to pee. And possible return my most recent meal to the land of the living. Fun times had by all!