Thursday, October 15, 2009


Ok guys, here's to all of you who thought I was having such an "easy" early pregnancy. All of that "just nausea" has finally manifested itself into that monster of true sickness. Yes, folks, that's right, I have spent my evening bowing to the porcelain thrown. And thanks to Uncle Johnny Five, I know about 20 different ways to tell you that I barfed. So. Guess my baby will be healthy.


  1. Hey, PB, that's throne, not thrown. Throw is what you're doing up in it. Did you know Saltine would go out of business if it weren't for pregnant women? Hope this passes soon!

  2. Oops. Duh. Well, please forgive me for my misspelling. I was busy trying not to throw up again. Saltines. Yes. I keep them by my bed like you said but evenings seem to be worse for me.

  3. See? I knew all that grossness taught you by your Uncle Johnny Five would be of some benefit some day!

    Well, no, to be truthful, I didn't know. I hoped.

    Weeeel, no, I didn't really hope, either. I just squirmed and wished he'd stop being gross.

    Okay, well anyway, I love you and am praying God's blessings on all three of you!

  4. Hahaha. Uncle John actually taught me a couple of things that I say to this day. "You fool around, you fall around," "Eeeeeeeew" with the jaw shake A la Ernest, and of COURSE all of the ways to talk about barfing. Among other gross things that I won't embarrass you by writing in a public space. ;)

  5. Awww. Poor you. That's the worst part of being pregnant. My secret was to constantly keep something in my stomach, which meant eating just tiny bits a lot. To this day I hate the smell of peanut butter because that made me barf once when I was pregnant with Daniel. I can eat it ok, but don't pull out peanuts in a confined space like a car. Tomatoes were the thing I craved. I think the acid actually settled my stomach. Hated the saltine thing! A few more weeks, you'll feel better. Love you!!!!