Week 8: Sunday

We went to Ray's house last night to watch the UFC fight. Ate a lot. Watched a lot. Yes, this is how get-togethers should be.

I woke up at around 7am to the sound of Joshee's alarm clock. As soon as I got up, I went straight to the bathroom because I had a strong urge to throw up. Now, as I'm sitting by myself in the living room, I'm trying to think of ways to relieve myself of my nausea. *sigh*

By the way, I already have names for the baby. "Aaron James" if he's a boy or "Jodi" if she's a girl. 34 weeks to go :)