16 weeks and 4 days

The countdown is on: 5 days. I feel like a 6 year old waiting for Santa Claus to bring a new bike; except older, heavier and bitchier.

:)

Today was the most unproductive day of my adult life.

I swear.

I woke up at 9am only to go directly to the couch. I stayed there until a little after 4pm when I decided I let Josh do enough chores and cooking and it was my turn.

Wasn't I being so nice?

I'm realizing a lot of things are different with this pregnancy than the last. This time around the morning sickness was severe, while with Payton it was non existant.

With this baby I cannot get comfortable in bed and had a long couple of weeks of insomnia; with Payton I could have slept for 9 months and been fine.

The big one is with Payton, when I walked into the Chinese joint I would literally make a bee-line for the bathroom and puke my guts out. I hated the smell of Chinese when I was pregnant.

And if any of you take a glimpse into my Facebook, you know that's not the norm for me. I could float in a bath tub of lo mein.

This time around I can handle chinese, it's the smell of meat cooking that sets my bullemic reactions into over drive.

I tried cooking hamburger on the Foreman tonight and couldn't even get near it. It smelled like football socks and fat lady girdles. (Trust me, I own one. After a few nights out on the town and no washing, it gets crusty.)

I guess I'll let the meat man handle the meat from now on.

Or I could get used to the puking and turn it into my diet routine.

I've got to cut this short, I have a 4 year old who won't stop complaining and brownies that need to come out of the oven...

And all of you little minnions don't compare to that chocolately goodness.