First Pictures

Here are the pictures from the 12 week ultrasound. Now that I have some pictures and can say "awwww look at my sweet little fetus," let's talk about why this baby won't let me be great!

S/He seems set on sending the first trimester out with a bang. Three times, in the middle of eating, my body has said "nope, we don't want it." Last week I went to the store with my ma:

Me: Ummmm

Mom: What's wrong? You don't feel right?

Me: Nooooo

Mom: Do you need to go to the bathroom?

Me: This baby will not embarrass me. I will not be throwing up in public.

Mom: Honey, that's not how it works.

I did succeed at not throwing up in public, but that night I completely lost it. At least I was at my parent's house for that one. That brings me to a total of four times. I called myself showing this body who was boss, and refused to kneel down and put my face in the toilet (ok, I did once.) Picture this:

Me: *eating my food peacefully* Awww come on man! Uggghhhhh. I am not about to do this *walks over to trash can* Are you serious? Is this really about to happen? *runs to toilet and stands there defiantly* This is some bull crap *stands there and handles business* There, happy now? *goes on about my business*

I'm sure if people could hear me, they think I'm a dang psycho because I do all this aloud. I want everybody to know I'm in protest of what is occurring. I am grateful that I don't actually feel sick. I also want to declare my love for ginger ale and peppermints.