I was really trying to hold off on posting more until I had set up my other blog.  Unfortunately that is taking one hundred times longer than expected thanks to me being far worse at html than I had originally anticipated.

At this point an "easy" set up tutorial, a pre-made wordpress theme and the phone a friend help line aren't enough to help me set up this blog. 

I've also been beyond lazy in taking cute belly pics, something that looks good and that isn't taken in my dirty bathroom mirror.  I honestly have no idea how serious bloggers do it all and remain even remotely sane, and I'm not even surrounded by piles of poop and dirty diapers yet.

Thankfully beyond feeling like an overfilled water balloon, I have not had any more parkade puking escapades to report.  I have now been a regular visitor of the porcelain throne for another reason, a reason I had hoped would wait until I actually looked like I was pregnant and not like I've just been downing too many twinkies. 

The inevitable uncontrollable desire to pee has snuck up behind me, its won the battle, and its about to win the war.  There has actually been times were I went to the washroom, went back to bed, and by the time I was lying down again I had to pee. Now this is not just a minor inconvenience when this happens repeatedly 3 or 4 times, its even less convenient on a road trip in the middle of no where.

Add in the horror stories from every pregnant woman I have ever known about how their bladder is never the same...kegels won't be able to save me from peeing myself everytime I laugh, sneeze or catch a football. 

Never did I think that at 25 depends would be my underwear of choice.