There is something so amazingly reassuring about having to hang your head over a toilet bowl first thing in the morning during the first trimester of a pregnancy.

I mean, yeah, it sucks, and it's uncomfortable and it's just all around pretty horrible, especially when you realize how gross your basement toilet is... but generally, it's a good sign that all is well. And for the last two mornings, I have done just that.

Yesterday, I thought maybe it was psychosomatic or just a fluke. But then this morning, when I had to make a mad dash for the bathroom, I knew it was the real thing.

So this lovely Sunday morning, I am quite literally thanking God for dry heaving! ;) I wonder if he's ever gotten that before?