7 weeks and you cut the fool?!?

Lil Boogie...um, um, um. I must say. You started off being the world's calmest embryo. You gave Mommy lots of bloat, but that's it. Everyday, everyone from my boss to your Grandma's ask Mommy has she gotten sick and she's like NOPE! I'm beating morning sickness. Me and Lil' Boogie are against it!

And what do you do... hmmph! Well I'll tell you.

It all started Wednesday, the day before your seven week milestone. Mommy has the day off. And boy did she need it! She drops Daddy off at the office, and goes to here favorite retreat...the nail salon. This is where Ken, Mommy nail tech treats her like a million bucks. He gave her an hour long pedicure followed by a wonderful manicure and Mommy felt great.

Next stop for Mommy was the mall. This would be your first trip to the mall and it is another one of my favorite places. We go into Nordstroms, Mommy's favorite store. Mommy sees some boots she plans to talk to Daddy about because she thinks they are fabulous. Mommy finds the most perfect new foundation, and is pumped. Everything going well right...?

Well, we walk out of Nordstorms and go looking for Mommy some stuff she can fit since her pregnancy bloat is out of control and has the belly of a second trimester lady. She finds something cute for Daddy and then it hits...Mommy all of sudden can smell every perfume, deodorant, spray, or oil each person in the mall put on. It was like a cloud of cologne. UGH!! Mommy tried to ignore it, but then it mixed with the smell of a prezel/dog...YUCK! And don't you know it...Mommy was running to the nearest portapotty.

Mommy hadn't had anything to eat because she feels full all the time (due to the bloat) so nothing came up, but the wave of queeze was here to stay. Because I felt you and I had discussed we were rejecting Morning Sickness, she decided to throw some water on her face and go back out there and shop! But not 5 minutes later your new BFF Mr. Queeze comes back and Mommy knows at this point they must be pumping Cool Water, or Old Spice or some equally as obtrustive colonges through the vents in the mall. I looked around to see if anyone else thought this was weird, but everyone else seemed okay with it.

Mommy tried relentlessly to get to the store I'd driven 20 miles to get to, but when I get to the store, guess what its next to...Yep...the food court! So now Mommy is dying and knows people are looking at her weird because her face is bright green by now. She not only smells Old Spice, but Arby's, Sbarro's and Chickfila all mixed together. UUUUGGGGHHHHH!

Mommy rushed out of the mall, with almost nothign she'd come for and she couldn't believe you acted this way. You def are your Daddy's baby! And did you stop there...nope! Mommy got home from dinner with Dad and was curled up in the fetal position all night...dry heaving! The worst.

Mommy woke up with a very sore belly and an attitude, and the need to pray to the porcelin God all yesterday morning. Yesterday was a big day at Mommy's office and she was so weak from throwing up water and air that she couldn't make it into the office until 3pm! Boogie? Why?

Yesterday was your 7 week milestone and we were supposed to celebrate. Mommy had a business dinner to go to and could not eat anything but lemons the whole night to get the taste of dry heave out of her mouth.

I just hope that Wednesday and yesterday is not setting any type of precident and this was just a fluke. Daddy thinks you just hate the mall like him and wanted me to realize this and if that's the case fine, online shopping from here on out! But don't do Mommy like that! I love you too much. Mommy had already been bragging on how you were going to not give her any trouble now or during labor. So lets make good on those promises Lil' Boog!

Even though Mommy's still a little sick and week today, she is going to just try to forget all of that every happened okay. She has her little bottle of Emetrol which is helping get rid of your little friend Mr. Queeze, but I'm going to need your help too Lil' Boogie. If you don't make Mommy sick anymore, I promise to put some rice cereal in your bottle at like week 3 okay? Deal?