Second Trimester

Well, I'm officially in the second trimester now. Everyone keeps telling me how much better I must feel. Must I? Really?

After I ate a bowl of cereal this morning, T went to Starbucks and picked up a tall white hot chocolate and a lemon pound cake for me. Yum! I drank half the hot chocolate and promptly informed him that he should please move aside so I could go throw up in the bathroom. Note to self: throwing up hot beverages = not recommended.

Is it bad that when I returned to the living room I really wanted to drink the rest of it? T told me I shouldn't, but I think the lemon pound cake is fair game.