Olive Juice

Today marks the start of my 9th week of pregnancy. I've tried to enjoy each little bit since I know that this is most likely my last time being pregnant. I've tried to convince Jeff that we could be the next Duggar family, but he's not going for it. So far I've felt pretty good. I've had the normal first trimester exhaustion (around one o'clock I become worthless!) and  bouts of nausea. This baby must be a health nut because I'm craving foods like tomatoes, grapes and nectarines. I cannot wait until this summer to visit the farmers markets up here and eat fresh sweet corn and tomatoes to my hearts content! During my other two pregnancies I craved chocolate milk, but that - along with hot dogs and chocolate chip cookies - makes me SICK this time around. Hopefully those habits will follow me after pregnancy as well!

My little bean is supposedly the size of a green olive right now and has officially become a fetus. Jeff is determined it's a boy and Riley will not accept anything other than a little brother. I believe his exact words were, "No more stinky little girl babies like Brenna!" I really don't care either way. I have determined that we are not telling ANYONE the baby's name until after it's born. I like to refer to it as "Baby Siobhan" (pronounced She-Von) after my favorite American Idol contestant Siobhan Magnus. She is just so cute and wonderfully weird! And what a rockstar name! Siobhan Magnus! That name has been seriously veto'd by the husband, so it will remain a nickname for now. Especially if Siobhan ends up being a he-Von! Get it? She-von, He-von? HA! No? Oh, whatever. :-)