Is it possible to not drink and still have a hangover?

So...Jesseca and Matt got married last night!!! It was just beautiful. I will upload some photos soon. Unfortunately, I'm laying on the couch and am too lazy to go grab my camera. How is it that I feel like I have a hangover and I drank water (in a wine glass, mind you) all night long? I've never been a big drinker, but everyone that knows me well knows that I love weddings and I love drinking wine at weddings. This was my first wedding minus the red wine. Although, I think my friends might have made up for the difference. Being just a little bit pregnant is an interesting place to be. I'm starting to show just a tiny bit, but mostly I just look fat. I felt like a sausage as I squeezed into my size 8 J.Crew dress that I bought before I was pregnant. I'm going to pack that cute dress away and hopefully I can wear it next summer. Everyone swears I didn't look like a sausage, but that didn't change how I felt. I'll post a picture and you can be the judge. I'm actually looking forward to the days when someone who doesn't know me can look at me and tell that I'm pregnant and not just chubby. I know, I know....when I'm really big and round in November I'll probably look back at Jesseca's wedding pictures and long for the days when I didn't look pregnant.

So Frank is still sleeping soundly in his bed and will probably be there for the next few hours. Maybe I'll work up the energy to upload my pictures. Or maybe I'll just lay here.

Yes Sir, That's My Baby....

There he/she is! The little peanut is 8 weeks in this picture, so four weeks later he/she is actually the size of a lime, but weighs about 2 ounces. The website www.babycenter.com is pretty cool. We get weekly emails comparing our baby to a fruit or vegetable to put it all in perspective. The first thing Frank said when he saw these pictures was, "Well, we always knew it would have a big forehead." Pretty much. I've always gotten made fun of for my large forehead, or six head as my brother calls it. But let me just say, one random night when Frank was making fun of my forehead, I got out the ruler.....AND his is bigger than mine! So I win. So there. However, our baby is doomed.

Introducing.....

...our baby fig! Yes, we are expecting a real baby, not a fig. However, the baby is now the size of a fig. It all started as a sesame seed then went to a lentil, blueberry, kidney bean, grape, kumquat, and now a fig! Sounds delicious, huh? I will be 12 weeks pregnant next Wednesday, but I just couldn't keep this fig of mine a secret any longer. At some point this fig will turn into a turkey because our due date is Thanksgiving day! Now if only I can get Frank to help me scan a picture of the ultra sound, then I'll post a picture of the real baby, which ironically looks like a peanut. Hmmm...all this talk about food is making me hungry.