The nausea is fading, although meat is still gross. I long for a cold beer - not that I typically drink beer. And none of my clothes fit, but my maternity clothes are still too big. I have a stiff neck. Wahhh.
We cannot wait for our ultrasound. My next appointment is on Valentines Day - we'll be in week 17 by then - and we should schedule the ultrasound then.
If one more person asks if we know what we are having I will scream.
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The baby is fluttering and rolling around. Rick talks to my belly and Zachary gives the new baby kisses. If you ask him if he is a big boy or a baby he says "No, I Zachary."
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