10 Weeks....

My weekly pregnancy anniversary falls on Sundays. On my 6 week Sunday, I threw up. On my 8 week Sunday, I threw up for the second time. Oddly enough, on my 10 week Sunday I felt like I had the worst hang over of my life. (Yes, even worse than my twenty-first birthday when I went to Champs...ugh).

It seems every two weeks, I get hit with a really bad day. And why not? I'm having two babies...they're getting me used to things in twos.

The belly pic...yes, I know it's time. I know I need to share it in all its glory. Jason was reminded several times yesterday, but frankly I wasn't in the "mood". If he would have gotten the camera out he would have had resistance eventhough I was reminding him this was the week we were going to start belly pictures. I basically laid on the couch all day in between loads of laundry.

And another thought...why is it when you tell someone your morning sickness is awful, they proceed to tell you horror stories of how long their lasted. "Mine lasted for 5 months!"...."The first time I had relief was the moment my son popped out". Really??? Do babies just "pop" out? I suppose I need to wear a shirt that says, "I don't want to hear your pregnancy or labor horror stories". That's like talking about a plane crash during really bad turbulence.

Exciting times though...the babies are now growing their peach fuzz hair and their finger and toe nails are underway. They are each about the size of a prune....pretty picture, right?