Though Round #2 of baby-carrying is better than last time, there are days I can't even keep water down (not playing the sympathy card, just providing information). I weighed myself this morning, and because I'm starting to "show" and I gained some appetite over the holidays, I guessed that I'd packed on a few. I was nearly 10 pounds lighter than I expected. Still... I can't get little rolls of sticky rice outta my mind!
So I did a little research (those of you who know me are not surprised), and discovered basically that sushi is okay during pregnancy if everything is fully cooked and the fish is low in mercury. Tonight my dilemma was solved, thanks to a Park City Roll (hold the sprouts) and Miso Soup from a local, highly reputable Japanese place. We'll see how it goes, but right now I'm pretty pleased. And I probably don't need anymore sushi this term.
More happiness today... my Mister is home! He went for four days to the Sugar Bowl in New Orleans to cheer his BCS-busting Utes to an upsetting victory over Alabama. Because he partied (MoStyle) all night, he crashed for four hours today! And because Kiddo and I spent the last four days cleaning, getting lost in Nordstrom (really scary), and breaking a two-year molar all without the help of Daddy, we crashed too.