Ugh. Today was NOT a good day. Neither was yesterday. The nausea is seriously neverending, it seems. I keep reading and re-reading Simon's pregnancy blog looking for some clue as to a) if it was this bad then and b) when it will end. On the blog, I stopped complaining about it by about 17 weeks with Simon, so I'm hopeful. But still, ten more weeks of feeling like this is a LONG LONG time. I still have a lot of "what was I thinking" moments lately.

In that same vein, I REALLY don't want to go on our Disney trip in three weeks. I have told my husband this twice and he has kind of laughed me off. Seriously though, I don't know how I will cope with a full day of travel +two kids +constant nausea and then busy days at the parks with all those things. Seeing as my husband doesn't seem to be taking me very seriously though, I guess I'll be sucking it up. This will be my fourth Disney trip while pregnant, (even though after the first time, I said I'd never go pregnant again) and quite possibly the most difficult. Sad, but I am just NOT looking forward to it one iota.

I told Simon this afternoon that there is a baby in my belly, just to see what his reaction would be. He told me "You need to push the baby out of your bum to fix it", so I guess he understands more than I give him credit for. Yikes. LOL. Perhaps, like his brother, he has been exposed to WAY too much TLC and Discovery Health channel.

We asked Ben yesterday what he would name a new brother and he said "light saber". We asked him what he would name a sister and I can't remember what he said, but it was some other random noun. (Jen, it reminded of when you were pregnant with Ryan and Zach said he wanted to name the baby "swingset".) Okay, so the naming will definitely NOT be left up to Ben.

Oh, and in other news, my doppler arrived today, though it's still too early to hear anything for another couple weeks. Didn't stop me from trying though. (no dice)