Ninth week blues

Yes, I know, we’re EIGHT weeks and ONE day, but that ONE day is the start of the NINTH week. Pregnancy math, let me tell you.

Today is my first completely nauseated day. Not bad, though. No running to a bathroom yet! But I have been consistently sick-to-my-stomach-queasy. I’ve had a realization about food: If I can smell it, I don’t want it. Odorless foods are the bomb. Namely big pretzels with salt and salads and cereal and popcicles and grapes. Same goes for restaurants. Souper Salad is the bomb. It doesn’t smell like fried anything or like cooked meat at all! And their blueberry bread kicks butt. This realization came last night when David wanted to take me to Olive Garden for a salad and I told him I couldn’t stomach the smells of everyone else’s cooked meals so he got Olive Garden salad togo! What a concept! We had our non-smelling dinner at home without the pain of having to prepare it! yeah!

My dad is learning a Hawaiian lulaby. He IM’ed me the mp3 file of the song and it is beautiful. Bee-autiful. When Pueo Flies (scroll down to #20 and click on their link for a windows media player quick listen)