The Jig Is Up

I'm officially out of the first trimester. Yay! Wait a second. Why am I rejoicing about this? Supposedly, you're supposed to feel super awesome during the second trimester. No more nausea. No more vomiting. No more cases of super sleepiness. If that is true, then I got hosed. I've actually felt worse during this last week than I've felt during the last month. I've spent more time getting familiar with my toilet than I'd like to admit to. If you can count and memorize the rings of hard water stains on your toilet, then you know you've spent too much time hugging it. But nevertheless, I am truly moving on to stage two of the pregnancy. So I suppose that is worth rejoicing about even if I writhe in agony with heartburn at night that may or may not be dissolving the inner layer of my esophagus.

So why did I title this 'The jig is up'? Well, I've been under the apparently false assumption that I've been hiding my morning chucking trip to the bathroom very well from the kids. It's strangely a well laid routine, quite honestly. I can sense the urgency in my stomach and go slap some foods in front of the kids then make a hasty retreat to the toilet. I shut the door, and try to be as quiet as you can in such a situation. As the kids eat and laugh away the time at the table, I'm saying good morning to the toilet. I think I've even subconsciously named our toilet because for some reason, every time I hoist myself off the floor, I mutter, "Ugh. Never again". :) Anyhow, as this has been my "routine" every single morning for going on three months, and the kids have never asked about what I'm doing in the bathroom, I assumed that they were otherwise clueless on the facts. Wrongo!

Friday evening, I'd been feeling particularly queasy after a long day at the zoo. I stayed very hydrated so no worries there, but the day before that I'd felt a bit off as well so no big surprise. Well, try as I might to keep it all down, it just wasn't in the cards that evening. I had a bath ready for Abby and she was about to get in when the following conversation occurred:
Me: "Abby honey, can you go out for a minute?" 
Abby: "Why?"
Me: "I need to do something really fast." I shoo her out and told Josh with urgency in my voice,  "Josh, keep the kids out of the bathroom for a few minutes."
Josh (confused): "Why? What's wrong?"
Abby (as I'm shutting the door): "Mommy needs to throw up."

Fail. Yep. That about covers it. So yeah. The jig is up. Guess I didn't hide it at all. I asked Abby later if she knew why mommy was throwing up. I felt I needed to explain so she didn't think something was wrong with me. She said, "Because the baby makes your tummy not feel good sometimes." I shall never accuse her of being unobservant. But at least I know they understand the situation for the most part. Now if I could only explain to them that the baby won't be popping out through a tiny window that my belly button opens. Get it? The belly 'button' opens the window. That was thought up by Alex and Abby. Not me. Ahh...through the eyes of a child.

I also have a little treat for my Aunts that are reading this blog. They've asked for belly pictures. I gave it some thought and have decided that I'd do it this time. I've officially 'popped'. So I will give you the 12 week and the 16 week shots this go around.

12 weeks. Just a little bulge, but I already miss this waist size. *sniff*

16 weeks. And at this point I've only gained 1 whopping pound. Amazing what four weeks can do, isn't it? That means it's all baby and I'm not a total cow...right?