YEAH, I AM STILL NOT BLOGGING

I am not going to return to blogging on a "regular" basis until I am over my "morning sickness." So, if I have it all nine goddammed months, then I just won't be doing much blogging then!

The truth is, no one wants to hear my constant bitching. Especially from the one who vowed not to complain. And I especially know that for those friends of mine out there who are still struggling with this journey, they must want to tell me to shut the fuck up because they would KILL to have morning sickness.

And I agree with them.

Which is why I have shut the fuck up recently on my blog.

See, the only thing I use my mouth for these days is eating (sort of, not very successfully), throwing up, and complaining about how shitty I feel ALL THE TIME.

Who wants to hear my chronic complaints? I don't! So I know you sure as hell don't.

It has been tough lately, too, because Anthony is on a very strict South Beach diet these days. Strict South Beach is basically ALL MEAT. And the number one thing that offends and turns my stomach, more than ANYTHING ELSE, is the smell of cooking meat.

He's killin' me.

But at the same time he's been really good too. Like last week, I got a random craving for apple pie. So he went to the store, bought me a pie and vanilla ice cream, brought it home, baked it, and served it to me.

What a great guy.

I will take a quick break from my complaining to talk about two important milestones I hit last week.

Last Wednesday, we heard little Baby Corrado's heartbeat for the very first time. It was awesome. It was the best sound I think I have ever, ever heard. I was getting choked up and then Anthony said "It sounds like Pac-Man, eating the power pellets!"

I love my husband.

Secondly, last Friday officially ushered in the start of our second trimester. My sickness seems to be getting worse, not better, but mentally it certainly helps to know we've crossed that line from the "most dangerous time" to the "not-as-dangerous time."

In fact, we've both actually started referring to the baby in terms of "when" rather than "if." We have been so cautious, always saying "IF we really have a baby in December..." and now we are saying "WHEN the baby gets here..." It is nice.

No...it is awesome.

In five weeks, if the baby decides to be cooperative, we are going to be able to find out who he or she is. Then we can formally stop referring to it as "it" or as "Baby Corrado" and we can give it a name. We are DYING to know who it is that is inside of me.

Who it is making mommy so SICK!!!!

(See, there I go again....this is why I don't blog these days!)

I will be back if and when I ever start feeling better!