October 28^th, 2013

Holy sweet Moses, pregnancy sucks. Like. I know a woman's sense of smell is way better when she's pregnant. I guess I assumed that food would taste super awesome too. Like all your senses would be heightened.

BUT NO. No, when you smell more, you get sick more and NOTHING tastes right. Nothing tastes good at all when you're pregnant. So my mom bought me these things called "Preggie Pops" that are supposed to help ease morning sickness (which is poorly named, because it happens aaaall day long).

Yeah, I visited my mom, step dad  and two youngest brothers yesterday. We carved pumpkins and had chili and it was a lot of fun. This was my pumpkin (credits go to Amy for helping).

And on Saturday, I went to see Anberlin and I met Stephen Christian. Photographic proof:

Lastly, my baby is seven weeks now (at least until the doctors re-age him or her. He's the size of a blueberry and his brain is becoming very complex. And he's 10,000 times the size he was when he was conceived.