Last night , when asked by DM if I wanted a hot dog, I responded, well, we’re supposed to limit the baby’s consumption of nitrates. DM replies, well then, don’t feed him any. So funny, that guy.

Also, Week 7 = nausea finally kicking in, apparently. For real. I thought I felt not-so-good at times the last couple of weeks. Um, that was nothing like this!! I feel like I’m on a BOAT. But where are my flippy floppies**?!?!

**Unfortunately this is not as great as asking “Why is my champagne hand, empty?” (see pic below), but “Where are my flippy floppies?” might become my new catchphrase.

BabyCenter tells me the bambino is a blueberry this week. At some point after we let the family in on this little secret I’ll probably start doing more complete Little Bean updates (“BumpDates?” too cheesy?).