Chugging Along

Week 9 is approaching and my body is starting to exhibit signs of being knocked up. For the first time in 25 years, I've getting boobs. But along with my growing cup size is growing pains. Let me tell you, they ain't fun. My stomach has lost the flatness that I arrogantly boasted about for so long and my appetite has increased two maybe three fold. My hormones are crazy all of the time and my morning sickness comes at the most inopportune times. But, we're chugging along.

This past weekend my husband and I headed to a good friend's wedding in Pennsylvania. As a groomsmen he sat at the head table so I spent the majority of Saturday night trying to coax my friends into believing I was drinking. My best friend (whose boyfriend also happened to be in the wedding) chugged a beer for me and then filled it up with water at the fountain. When she returned to the table with my full beer, another friend asked if he could try the IPA. He proceeded to try and take the beer to try a sip. I panicked and yelled at him to get his own beer, the line for drinks was a mile long after all. Taken back, he released my "beer". I knew he would blurt out how watery the beer tasted and then another friend would want to try it and alas my cover would be blown. I can't wait to tell this story to our friends, I definitely didn't do it justice in relaying the story just now but it was hilarious. My face turned bright red and our friend probably thought I was crazy.

A great weekend, but Monday brought with it a very tired pregnant woman. Ahh, another week down, another leap forward.