ok, for those of you who don't already know, I am challenging my sister and having a baby #6 of my own.
She is due in March, hates chocolate, doesn't care for sweets (except ice cream) and has done a good job puffing my belly out already. So much so that I have already washed most of my maternity clothes to wear.
Other then that I am my normal pregnant self: sick, tired, nauseous, hungry, ornery, tired, nauseous, ect. Last week, my husband plugged my cell phone in and I asked him where it was about 6 times in a row before I remembered. (and I thought my mom was funny when she couldn't remember if she was wearing her glasses) sigh.
ok, I think I'll go take a nap again.