I woke up at 2:30 this morning and laid there, willing myself not to get sick. Thankfully, as is typical of my pregnancies, the nausea is limited to the morning hours right now (or if I wake up in the middle of the night) and I am able to keep food down all day... I will appreciate that while it lasts. I also still find coffee appealing, which I also know isn't long for this world.

I had another dream last night. In this one I was determined to breastfeed, but people kept moving the baby and I had to keep chasing it around the house with giant wet spots on my shirt. At one point, I found Ben with her (yep, another girl dream), rocking her like a pro. It was actually kind of cute, but in the dream I was ridiculously frustrated with the situation. The baby had brown hair and brown eyes this time. Gotta love weird pregnancy hormone-induced sleep.

The dream gender tally now stands at Girl: 2 Boy:0. Don't read too much into that though. I think girls led early on when I was pregnant with Simon too. It isn't until later in the game that the dreams start to get more clear (and in my experience, more accurate) ;)

I dug out the boxes of maternity clothes last night and sorted them out. I haven't gotten on the scale at ALL, but I can definitely tell I've added a pound or three and I can see it in the mirror. Those comfy pants will be rotated into the wardrobe in the next few weeks. I'm not a huge fan of this stage of pregnancy... but it will be over soon enough. And, as I keep telling myself with each and everything that happens this time.... THIS IS THE LAST TIME!!!!! Sad for some parts of it, notsomuch for others. Woohoo!

I can't find my belly band, which irritates me to no end because I am so meticulous with organizing and storing clothes. It will be necessity though in mere days, I'm thinking. so I'm off to get a new one sometime today. I'm sure the old one will turn up as soon as I shell out the $8 for a new one. Grr...

Labels: dreams, month 2, puking