Happy Saint Patrick's Day!!

This is the first year since I joined the Navy (I'm out now) that I've actually been home to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day. But oh looksie, I can't because what? I'm PREGNANT. Ugh, this is ridiculous. How is it fair that I'm not drinking but I feel just the same as if I downed bottle of whiskey, dizzy and nauseous. We were supposed to go over one of his buddy's house today to celebrate and go see the parade, and then I woke up this morning feeling like I wanted to die. This baby is kicking my ass. All I wanted to do today was just go out, and hang out with some people, socialize a little... get some fresh air, and enjoy the day.

Maybe later this afternoon we'll just go for a nice walk or something because I do not want to waste this day sitting around in the house just watching TV and dicking around on the computer. Phil is taking a little nap. I don't understand why he's tired. We literally JUST woke up a couple of hours ago. I swear he can sleep the entire day if I let him. But I'm trying to push him to start going back to the gym because I think he's been "sympathy eating" for me, lol. I don't want him to get out of the Navy fitness standards, because that will adversely affect his career in the military.

I'm glad to say that I actually ate about 3 slices of plain cheese pizza, and didn't throw it up like I usually do. Lately I haven't really thrown up a lot of my food. I still do every so often, but not as bad as it was a few weeks ago, when I literally threw up every time I took the smallest bite of any type of food. Maybe my body is realizing that I'm so starved and malnourished that maybe it would be a good idea to let me eat, and not be a total asshole.

But I do have my next appointment on Monday. That's when they're going to run all these tests to see if my pregnancy is high risk and all that fun stuff. This will also be the first time that Phil will get to see the baby because he'll be there for the ultrasound. He couldn't be there last time because he couldn't get out of work. I always wonder how he'll react to seeing this lime size fetus fluttering around inside my belly. Will he cry? Will he chuckle and make a joke? Will it finally hit him that we are having a child since he'll actually see it on the screen? I mean, we know we're having a kid. But for me, it didn't feel real until I actually saw the baby at my first ultrasound. So I wonder what will be going through his mind when he sees it.