Ew, coconut. I hate coconut.

*We had found out we were expecting less than a week before we packed up and headed our to Boston. Also, we were at the All Star Game in Phx. I think that's why we're so happy in this picture…*

I keep wanting to have every title be "mangum update" or "baby m update". Those sound so lame though, so in keeping with all things Corrina, Corrina, I'd go with part of my fave Percy quote.

Because even though I actually really like coconut and feel totally bad for all the picky eaters there who are missing out (btw there's this great place in downtown/old town annapolis that has the best coconut ice cream I've ever eaten, I dream about that stuff)…but I digress.

The point is, pregnancy can really stink sometimes. And my heart just breaks a little bit when I get nauseous looking at the pintrest food section too long. Sometimes I get nauseous when I think about food too long as I plan our weekly menu.

I think I may just have a slight addiction to looking at food/buying food/making food that baby m apparently has a problem with. If he/she is even slightly picky, I just don't know what I'll do. At least like coconut, ok????

Other than the bit o nauseous-ness we're doing pretty great on the home front. I could sleep for hours and hours, which isn't too much different that my normal love for sleep is, and I've only barfed twice, so I'm feelin good. Oh, but now I have the bladder of a 6 year old and have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I guess I'm preparing to get up with an infant in the middle of the night anyway?

I'm not showing at all, and I think I lost a bit of weight on our road trip out here because I way less than I have in like a year or something. Don't get me wrong, I want to gain weight so our little one can grow, but seeing as it weighs an ounce or something, I'm glad I haven't gained quite yet. I'm sure my body will have no problem gaining weight in the next 6 mos, don't you worry.

Also, I'm not craving anything, who knows if I will, but you know how pregnant women are supposed to crave pickles and weird stuff? What if craving pickles is a totally normal thing? Like, even not being pregnant I wish we had 5 huge Costco containers of whole dill pickles so I wouldn't feel bad about eating almost the whole container in one day...

Anyway, there's an update. I'm off to eat an otter pop, because they rule.